Chapter 39 The Threads That Bind

LUCA

The dungeon smelled like damp and blood. The man was hanging from the ceiling, arms stretched, his head slumped forward.

He was still conscious but barely. And I hadn't even touched him yet.

I sat in the chair across from him, legs spread, elbows on my knees. My fingers tapped against my thigh, my thigh tapped against the chair.

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