Roman

The guard allowed me entry to the protected corridor. My initial gut-wrenching reaction to this catacomb of cells had faded.

Is it so easy to grow numb to injustices?

The first room remained the medical command center—a nurse’s station of such. Currently, there was only one caregiver within. The same man I’d seen yesterday. My steps slowed as I peered into Francis’s cell. The king may have allowed him to be moved ...