Chapter 54 The Dark Sanctuary
- The morning didn't bring light and brought a sharper sense of dread. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling in my lap, my eyes fixed on the door.
- Noon was approaching. The appointment. The end of Carmine.
- The collar was a chain around my neck, carving the ‘Truth’ I had spent the night whispering to the point my voice had become raspy.