5/7/2023 0 Comments The blackthorn key booksI’d been at Blackthorn with Tom, searching for the few copies of my master’s journals we hadn’t yet been able to find. It had happened yesterday, late afternoon-at least I think it was yesterday I’d lost track of time in the jails. But then I didn’t even know why I’d been arrested. This was the third time they’d moved me since I’d been captured. My heart thudded, keeping time with each bang and shudder. I lay in the back, wrists and ankles clamped in chains that jingled with the wagon’s rise and fall. The cart thundered down the road, bumping on the cobblestones, the wood rattling my bones. I gasped, drawing what air I could through the fabric. The hood that bound my head was canvas, so my only light was what filtered through the weave.
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