The Unseen Chain

Elder Vane’s POV

The cell was wet and smelled like iron, sweat, and something foul that had settled deep into the stones over the years. Every time I moved, the chains clinked, and the weight on my wrists reminded me that I was no longer in the assembly room with my robes and seal. Now I was just another prisoner, alone in the dark with the sound of pouring water and the distant echo of guards’ bo