Author's Notice: This chapter is a draft chapter and not the real chapter... I'll edit as soon as possible after I recover from my illness.
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James woke to the weight of silence.
The air was heavy, pressed close around him. Damp stone walls glistened faintly, reflecting the weak light of a single hanging bulb that buzzed every few seconds.
He sat up slowly. His head pounded, and his hands shook as he touched the rough ground beneath him — cold, uneven, alive with the faint pulse of dripping water somewhere deeper in the dark.
The woman stood at the edge of the narrow chamber.
She had not moved since he'd stirred. Her back was to him, her shoulders still and tense, her hand resting lightly on the wall as though feeling something beneath it.
He tried to speak, but his throat was dry. The words came out like dust.
"Where are we?"
No answer. Only the steady hum of the bulb above, swinging gently from its wire.
