Chapter 37: Caged

Caine awoke to complete blackness. The darkness was not just all around him. It seemed to press down against his eyes, shoving them back into his skull so that he could not see even the faintest trace of anything.

Panic burned into his heart. Caine scrabbled around him, feeling the ground like a blind man. He could move and the floor was tough and gritty under his fingertips. But otherwise, he could tell little else about his surroundings.

It was the work of the Riverman again. ‘Ancestors blight him, it must be!’

“What is this?” Caine shouted into the darkness, fear shaking his voice. “If you’re going to kill me, just come out and have it over with!”

There was no answer. Caine waited, ears pricked for any sound. From far off, he thought he heard a squeak, like someone had risen from an old chair. Opening his mouth a fraction to improve his hearing, he listened harder. But there was no other sound.