Morg awoke face down. He felt a hard, cold surface
beneath his face.
“Probably stone,” he thought.
Rather than roll over, he first opened the invisible eye
in the back of his head. He had journeyed deep into the Caves of Yeselar to
find an etherhunter to get it and he never regretted the time spent. He looked
around. Light trickled in through a small window in one wall. The walls and
ceiling were composed of the same rough stone.
“Jail cell,” he concluded.
There was no one else in the room. Morg stood up and
looked out the window.
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