Chapter 49

Theodore was manacled again and led away, back to his cell.

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Theodore stood in his cell looking up at the barred window through which late evening sunlight filtered. Would he ever again walk in that sunlight, feel the wind on his face, hear the waves on the shore? He was not particularly afraid to die. But the loss of his life with Seth grieved him the most. Had it not been his destiny to live out his days in peace with the man he loved? He had been so sure of it. Had he been mistaken? Physical and emotional fatigue clung to his body and mind like a heavy chain.

The trial was over so quickly. It had been so brief, judgment so swift. It seemed more like a dream than a reality. Surely it all could not end like this.

“Ho! Prisoner!” a gruff voice behind him said.