CAIRN POINT OF VIEW

The order had come without preamble.

“Take the next watch,” the sergeant said. “Keep your eyes on the prisoners. No mistakes.”

I didn’t argue or hesitate. Orders were not suggestions in Moonfang, and the men I was tasked with watching were dangerous, or at least, dangerous enough to be treated like they were.

The cell was cold, damp, the stone walls pressing in more than I expected. The prisoners inside shifted uneasily when I entered, eyes flicking toward me ...