Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four

Graeven felt water caressing his back and shoulders. He recognized the heat of the cabin dock under his arms. He lifted his head and glanced around, trying to get his bearings. He pulled himself up from the pond. He tested the strength of his drug-laden legs and stood. The air around him was quiet, eerily so. There were no birds fluttering their wings, no frogs singing at the edge of the pond, win