Chapter 115:

The Hunger of a luna

Elira

My mind spins endlessly in the dark room, the cold, rough stone walls feeling like they are slowly closing in on me. I have completely lost all track of time since my capture. How long have I actually been here? Has it been a single week? Ten miserable days? Perhaps even an entire month? The time stretches and twists in this silent darkness, and I simply cannot tell anymore.

I sit stiffly on the narrow, uncomfortable bed, my wrists weighted down by ...