Blinking, breathing slowly, making out the details of the small cave, burnt sienna glowing from the torch. Vision in high shutter speed, pools of black swirling around my pupils. Tomorrow splashed a bucket of ice water into my face. It felt like fire embedded with frost.

"Count yourself lucky that we even have ice here. Based on the heat, fifty years ago, inmates thought it was impossible. Tread carefully, Lex. If you want to survive, you must renounce all superficiality, all ...