Dirt floor, rocky uncut stone wall. Blue sky, hammering sun. The strange clacking continued unabated out of sight. Rope cut tight into Berkh’s wrists and ankles as he tried to turn his head.A scream bubbled up his throat. Eyes bulging, he clamped his teeth shut against it.
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