Chapter 113 Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

Sylvan…  Are you there?

Sylvan jerked awake. A groan rose up through his chest. He wasn’t sure what had woken him. He was in a cell far beneath the council house. His surroundings smelled of feces, piss, blood, and infection. They had strung him up in a way to make shifting impossible. His arms w...

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