"Is he still twitching?"Rafferty stood by the edge of the pit, his breath hitching in the damp, subterranean air. Below them, the cage groaned on its rusted chains. Silas lay sprawled across the cold stone floor of the cell, his fingers curling into claws, his eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. A thin trail of yellow foam leaked from the corner of his mouth."The dosage was precise, Raffy." Ignatius gripped the iron winch, his knuckles white, his broken thumb taped crudely to his palm. "He won't die. Not today. He’ll just exist in a body that refuses to move. A passenger in his own skin. Just like he wanted for you.""Lower him."Ignatius turned the crank. The heavy iron cage descended into the dark, the screech of metal on metal echoing off the wet limestone walls. Silas didn't groan. He couldn't. He just hit the bottom with a dull thud, a discarded bag of meat in a designer suit."Welcome home, brother." Rafferty spat into the darkness. He turned away from the pit, his
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