HaileyI got down four flights of stairs on a tremor and a locked jaw, and I do not remember any of it.Lucien had my good arm. Axel went ahead of us with two guards, and the healer came behind with her bag banging against her hip, cursing the stairs, cursing the pack, cursing me specifically for being out of bed.The cells under the east wing were older than the pack house above them. Stone laid by hands that had been dust for two hundred years; damp coming through the mortar; torches in iron brackets set too far apart so that you walked from light into dark into light again.I had been down here once, on the morning they took my father. I had got eleven steps before two warriors turned me around by the shoulders, and I had spent four years afterwards imagining the rest of it.Now I was going to see it, and it had nothing to do with him at all.Garrick, the warden, lay across the threshold of the guard room with his cheek in a puddle of spilled tea."Breathing," the healer said, knee
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