Chapter 88

• Valerie
• I woke in a damp, dark place, a cold wall at my back. For a moment, I wondered if I was still back in the Cell. If the last several years of my life had simply been a dream, and I had never left the confines of this cramped prison.
• But even The Cell was in better condition than whatever this hellish dungeon was. I sat in a puddle of wet, something damp dripping from the ceiling above and landing on the nape of my neck. It was too dark to make out the details of my confinement, but I immediately found several others, sitting in the darkness. Someone to either side of me, and a handful across the room, rested against the walls.