Meanwhile in the city, Martin was in the middle of push-ups when the sound of boots scraping against the cold stone floor made him pause. He glanced up as the guard stopped outside his cell, keys jingling at his waist.

“There’s someone here to see you,” the guard said, his tone indifferent.

Martin pushed himself to his feet without a word. His once-chiseled features were obscured beneath a thick beard, his long hair falling past his shoulders in unkempt waves. He barely resembled the ...