Location:Pocket Dimension — Sharlin's Prison
Date/Time:Late Cinderfall, 9939 AZI
Realm:Unknown
Darkness was a language they'd learned to speak.
Not metaphorical darkness — actual, physical, the permanent twilight of a pocket dimension that had been designed to contain, not to comfort. Renvyr's cell was stone. Walls, ceiling, floor — stone that had been worn smooth by the passage of feet that had walked the same eight-step circuit for longer than most civilisations lasted, because the dungeon cell was eight steps across and pacing was the only movement that the manacles permitted.
