The Forgotten Prisoner

3rd Person POV

Garrick breathed shallowly as he made his way down the poorly lit hallway, the moist air hanging on his skin like a second layer of sweat. The memory of the dream he had been having for a while—the fire, the padlock, the voice begging him to escape instead of saving them, the owner of the voice—pressed against his consciousness like a whisper he could not get away from.

He could no