Caine sat at the very edge of his cell, his feet dangling above a black pit below. He had never seen a cell like this one, before. There was not a single wall to hem him in, only an iron gate blocking the way back.

But with a thousand-foot drop on all sides, it still got the job done.

Helplessness seeped through him, creeping like a stain to every limb. He had tried to wrench open the locked door. He had tried hammering at the iron bars with a loose chunk of stone he had found. ...