Chapter 260

The dream found me before the moon did.

It didn’t come softly, like the others. It dragged me down — through darkness that stank of iron and rot, through air that burned cold enough to bite the lungs.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my bed.

The ground beneath me was stone. Wet. The kind that remembers screams.

And the chamber…

Oh God, the chamber was alive.

Chains dangled from the ceilin