Eternal
Another soul in the deep dungeons of Mistress Susans castle
"Just a little further, Ben," Alisha murmured, her voice honey-smooth in the damp stone corridor. His bare feet stumbled on uneven flagstones, wrists bound tight behind his back with coarse rope. The blindfold chafed. He could smell mildew and something metallic—iron, maybe. Her hand guided his elbow, firm but not unkind. "Mistress Susan selects only the most promising ones. You should feel honored." They stopped. A heavy...
