Chapter 25 — Unmaking Orin
"The mountains told me you still be breathin'. Bones don't lie".
“Orin Bjorn lay starved on his side in a cold cell. Shackled by the ankle, wrists bruised and cut, scrapes and abrasions covered his body, his mind twisted with fever and sleep deprevation. He'd stopped screaming hours ago to reserve the energy he had left.”