They've begun to leave me by myself for a day or so at a time, so I explore my prison. Actually, I only call it that because I can't get out. There are no iron doors, no locks, no night guards who like touching up the Bone-snapper's work after everyone's asleep, or pretending to be. They used to leave a woman with me, a kind of nurse who fed me and massaged my leg. She didn't seem too happy about the assignment, if I can judge from her peculiar little face, which wore no expression I could read except extreme alertness. She rarely turned her eyes on me, but when she did it was chilling -- interest without feeling. I had no doubt she could have dispatched me as easily as a cat kills a moth that wanders into the room.



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