Chapter 48
48 As the cavern gallery walls grow further apart, the bulbs on the far side reflect a little more illumination up onto my human fly impression. Each handhold and toehold seems further and further apart, piling more strain on that busted rib. I struggle between eagerness and fear the whole way, constantly reminding myself that if I slip I’ll plunge thirty feet to the dirt and stone floor. And any medical team that shows up won’t be to rescue me. Noah orders guards executed for abusing prisoners. He probably orders the same for guards who don’t notice someone falling into camera view. They’ll be alert. I’m exhausted. The lower ribs on my right side hurt, though I nurse them at every grab. My back aches with the strain of the climb. My feet are bruised from probing for footholds. Anothe
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