Chapter 82

That done he finally relaxed the tightness of his curled posture and wiped the tears from his face. He felt exhausted, and the windows outside showed a growing light, so he gave up for the time being and let himself slip into sleep. Perhaps the morrow would bring something better. It seemed as if it could hardly bring anything worse.

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Kelwyn was a miserable ball of feathers, huddled on the tiny cot in his equally tiny cell. There was a narrow, barred window at the very top of the cell which let in both air and light, no doubt meant as a mercy to the imprisoned, but for Kelwyn sunlight meant pure agony during the daylight hours. No matter how tightly he shut his eyes, the light seemed to stab into them all the same, and though the light didn’t fall directly on his bed, his skin still felt reddened and burned by sundown. It healed eventually when the relief of darkness came, but it was torture all the same.