Hello, everyone! Here is the next chapter in "A6". This chapter took some time to work on, so I appreciate your patience before it was done. Now, let's get going.

DISCLAIMER: The 'Amulet' series is created and illustrated by Kazu Kibuishi, and published by 'Scholastic'. The author owns any original characters and custom elements included into the story.

Onward!

Caleb sat back as best he could, feeling the bolted chair back press against his spine with unyielding firmness. He stretched his arms and shook his wrists and hands, clearing away tension. He felt finished with his writing, but this part was important. It talked about Silas Charnon, his legacy to the Hayes family, and Caleb's newfound relationship with that family.

Munching on the last piece of Alledian toast Karen had made for him—his provided backpack was by his bed and Caleb had been feeling hungry again—Caleb read over what he had written another time.

"I am not part of the Hayes family by blood," the section began. "I did not know Silas Charnon prior to coming to Alledia with his descendants. However, I have come to recognize Silas as a man of many words and many talents. He needed everything he could muster to survive on Alledia and be a part of the Guardian Council that governed it."

Caleb figured adding some good words about Silas would put him in the Crovid's good graces. Despite all that those raven-people had done to keep him in line, he did not feel total anger against them. They were acting for the good of Alledia; they had saved him in Kanalis, and made sure Silas's journal was found.

Revna had said that Caleb "mattered" to the Corvid. Just like Father Adler's prophecy, there were few definitive points as to its true meaning. Caleb recited the prophecy in his head as he took a few moments to look away from the journal.

"I see you standing before a great fire, Caleb." Father Adler's voice sounded deep, carrying a trace of an echo. "Something priceless to you is burning away in that fire. If you try to save it, it is very likely you will die in its place."

The "great fire" had not yet come up in Caleb's adventures. It probably would at some point. He needed to be ready for when that point arrived. Shocking occurrences, however, had a nasty habit of coming up when you least expected them. Caleb knew as much from how many times he had fallen suddenly while running: there had been nothing in his way, nothing tripping him up, and yet he still fell over every so often.

Caleb looked over the next bit of his writing: "Silas's legacy has jumped a few generations. Karen, his granddaughter, appeared ignorant of what he had left for her. Perhaps if she had taken the amulet instead of Emily, things would be different. I know for certain, though, that Emily is proving to be a powerful Stonekeeper. As a member of the new Guardian Council, she must be strong. I admire her, and all the Stonekeepers remaining in Alledia, for their strength.

"I only met Silas when he was dying, in Gondoa Mountain. He was weak, worn down and very old. I was there when Emily and Navin met him. Karen was kidnapped at the time. Silas did not want me with his great-grandchildren. He used his robot servants to bring me in another room and lock me inside. What he wanted to talk about was a family matter. I did not appreciate being treated that way because I had just helped keep Emily and Navin alive from an Arachnopod attack. I felt like I had earned the right to know what was going on.

"After Silas died, the robot named Miskit, one of many servant machines Silas had made, let me out of the locked room and allowed me the chance to help the Hayes family again. I believe that Silas did not trust me to know his secrets, but Miskit does not have the same suspicion of me. I think that is because he heard, and saw, my efforts to keep Emily and Navin safe in Gondoa Mountain. He respected me more than his maker.

"Miskit did not know that Silas would die after telling Emily of her destiny. He left the robot rabbit with the knowledge necessary to take care of his great-grandchildren. I want to think that I helped Miskit cope and deal with the loss of his maker, but I do not know if that is true. At least I know that Miskit is my friend."

Caleb's throat tightened as he reread his assumptions. It felt like he had not seen Miskit for a long while. Morrie, Bottle, Theodore, and the other Charnon House robots had been passing thoughts for even longer. He wondered about them now. Miskit had gone with Emily, Vigo, Trellis, and the armies of Cielis to aid a city under threat. Lucien; that was its name. Had they completed their mission? Had they come under attack by Max, the Elven King, or some other danger?

What of Charnon House? Miskit had mentioned a "distress beacon" in the house, but it was impossible to reach it while in Cielis. Would they be able to answer a distress call if that beacon was used? Who had access to it? Was the house able to function after so long a time being inert? It had been months, going on more than a year; far too long to be sitting in one place!

Caleb was in the dark about the outside world. Literally and figuratively, he was lost in shadows. He had grown to hate the dark here more than on Earth. The darkness here had voices that talked back at you. He turned his thoughts back to his writing, moving across a few more paragraphs to reach the conclusion.

"This is all I know about Silas Charnon, his family, and their inheritance. I feel glad to be a member of the Hayes family in spirit, if not in blood. I am also glad to have learned that Silas's grandchildren and great-grandchildren are strong enough to handle the dangers placed before them."

A good way to finish the journal, in Caleb's opinion. Like the final stretch of a marathon, it ended on a strong note. Caleb hoped Huginn and Muninn would recognize this strength and treat Caleb with the respect he felt he deserved. He had done what they had asked. Now, he would wait for them to do the same.

If they don't, Caleb told himself as a frown slowly spread on his face, I'll get out of here any way I can.

It felt like a few hours had passed when Caleb chose to take stock of his situation. The Corvid's journal lay closed on top of the bolted desk, the connected desk lamp shining down on its front cover. Caleb lay on his bed, body turned to face the shadowed wall. It had been some time since he had ate or drank anything, and all his packed supplies had run out. His stomach was beginning to gnaw in hunger again. If the Corvid were keeping track of time, Revna would be coming back soon with more food and drink.

Caleb's eyes stared unfocusedly at the room's ceiling. He did not want to keep waiting for things to be brought to him. It reminded him of a pet, trained to come and eat by its owners. He did not want to be controlled like that because he was a human being. However, the Corvid were treating him like a tool—another source of information—instead of another person. Maybe because Caleb was not "cursed" in the same way, he was being treated differently.

Was this treatment something Silas Charnon set in place when the Corvid were first formed? Or was this something the Corvid, as a former tribe, always practiced? Either way, Caleb did not like being on the receiving end of this discrimination, to use a heavy-handed word he had learned about in high school Social Studies courses. The Voice in Emily's amulet had demeaned him instead—made him feel worthless and humiliated.

Caleb knew he was not worthless. That small flame of determination, of gritting one's teeth and pressing on, still burned inside him. He knew he was not worthless, because he had gotten a powerful creature like Syn on his side. If Syn really was a Mountain Giant, one of the great monsters of Alledia's history, then its help would be extremely worthwhile.

Upon thinking about the ways Syn could help him, Caleb realized he had felt no pain in his eyes since their last conversation. He wanted to try again, before it was too late.

"Syn." Caleb simultaneously whispered aloud and "spoke" what he was saying in his head. "Syn, can you hear me?"

Caleb's stomach growled again. He felt a sense of lethargy creep along his forehead and face. He was getting more tired. That was a bad sign. Was it an intended one by Revna, or the "Honored Brothers" Huginn and Munnin? Were they starving him in addition to poisoning him?

"Your strength is fading, human." Syn's voice flowed into Caleb's mind like cool water, the Giant's tone calmer at this point. This calmed Caleb down, too, just a little bit. Syn seemed to have recovered.

"Syn," Caleb quietly explained, "I want to help you, but I can't get out on my own." Caleb sat up and slid off the bed, feeling some disorientation in his head as he did so. "I'm trapped here. Like you."

"I cannot help you as things are." A few moments passed in silence between Syn and Caleb after that, and then Syn spoke again. "If you want my help, I must act through you. You must give me control of your body to get you out of your cage."

"Give you control? No, no, that is not happening." Caleb thrust his hand through the air in front of him to emphasize his statement. "I am not going to be your puppet. I've already done that and it was no fun for me."

"Let me explain, please." Syn's tone did not change in response to Caleb's anger. "I am able to see the cracks in the walls and doors around me. They can bend to my will, through my power, but I do not have enough power to break my own bindings. Where you are, the locks will be simpler. But I need to use your eyes to see them."

"Use my eyes?" Caleb rubbed his eyes as he felt the familiar sting of Stonekeeper energies growing. The power Syn had was getting stronger. "Is there really no other way?"

"Not if you want to stop feeling my pain. I sensed your emotions the last time. You were hurting, human," Syn stated in a quieter mental voice. "You hated it, just like me."

"Damn it." Caleb clenched and released his hands, putting his anger into his muscles like Leon had taught him. "Fine, go ahead. I give you permission."

"Relax, then, and let me in."

Caleb still hesitated. "Do you promise not to use me like… like a-a-a…?" He could not get the word puppet out of his mouth, the fear of that word so strong in his mind. He remembered the light, that Voice, and the all-consuming need to LISTEN AND OBEY—

A burning sensation spread through Caleb's mind. "Please," Syn repeated, "Relax and let me in. This will be painful otherwise."

It already felt painful for Caleb; he visualized his eyes being stung through with thousands of tiny needles. He moved to shut his eyes and felt his eyelids moving slower than he wanted. He then felt the burning touch move around his face and head, and even his brain, like an actual hand. Tingles raced up and down his spine, electrifying his nerves. All of a sudden, he felt energized enough to break into a sprint. He felt strong enough to tear open the door, or one of the walls, with his bare hands.

No. Caleb's hands no longer felt entirely like his own hands. The burning touch tightened its grip, spreading its heat down into Caleb's body. His vision swam, his hands each getting a wispy copy before becoming one again. The heat built up in his skull like a warming oven. He saw his hands change into thicker, longer, stronger versions of themselves, while remaining his own hands.

These new hands looked like that creature Max rode on into battle. Dawning comprehension of what Caleb was dealing with made his heart beat quicker. The old book he had read in Charnon House mentioned monsters in Alledia's history. One such monster was the "Mountain Giant".

"Yes," Syn told Caleb. "let it happen. Let us work together."

Mountain Giants were monsters, creatures with great power. Yes, Caleb realized with unshakeable certainty, Syn was a Mountain Giant. Even bound, Syn could still be powerful.

Syn met Caleb's eyes, the pair seeing each other's images. Syn looked down at Caleb with four golden-yellow eyes arranged in a diamond shape. Each eye had no pupils inside its light. In the center of the eyes, on a hairless forehead ridged with frills along the back, the glowing mark of a flame inside a larger circle shined brightly. It did not burn Caleb's eyes to look at the mark this time. It did not scare him to see the wings on the Giant's curved back unfurl as a great bat's would, casting a shadow down on him along with the light.

The burning touch in Caleb's head grew roots, extending its grip into his conscious thoughts. Memories and images blurred, warping what was real with what seemed make-believe. The face of the creature—of Syn—faded into mist. The next clear thing Caleb saw was an arid desert with pinkish-red sand. He realized with a mental lurch that he knew this space. He tasted the sand in his mouth, he felt the heat rising off the ground beneath him. But he did not remember ever being in this place.

The view panned up and outward, revealing a planet covered in pink clouds, red sands, and dark blue oceans. "Typhon," Syn said. "My home."

The view shifted again. The planet Typhon changed into one Caleb recognized from a globe at his high school. He saw the lighter blue oceans, green and brown continents, and white clouds of his home planet. "Earth," he said with small movements of his lips. "My home."

A duller warmth flowed through Caleb's body. He felt a smile form on both his and Syn's lips. His eyes fully closed with a few final flutters, and then opened wide. Golden-yellow light filled his corneas, irises, and pupils; no part of the eye was left unchanged.

"Mm. Yes," Syn announced to themselves and Caleb, "I see." And then Caleb heard a stronger, "I see," resound through his bones as Syn channeled what energy it could reach.

Confidence rushed through their shared body, a feeling made doubly strong by the transferred emotions of a Mountain Giant and a human having survived the rigors of puberty. Syn's emotions were stifling, but not enveloping like the Voice of Max's amulet had been. Caleb was able to breathe, to recognize himself amidst the larger mind of Syn.

Caleb did not quite see what was happening to him; he mostly felt it. He felt the weight and strength of Syn's powers encompass him, shape itself around him. It was a thick weight, like the Sun beating down on his body as he ran a long distance. But he felt strong enough to handle the heat and pressure without breaking down, just like in a long marathon on Earth.

"Good." Syn grabbed onto Caleb's determination, amplifying it with its own desire to accomplish a shared goal. "Together, now. Move with me."

Syn gestured, moving Caleb's hands, curling his fingers at sharp angles. The sound of shifting metal came through the thick door. On the other side of the door, the bolts began to move. Caleb aided as best he could, curling his fingers even further, the muscles tightening and tensing all along his arms. The metal continued to slide along, but it did not try to snap back into its former position.

Soon, the metal stopped moving altogether. One more push from Syn did not push the metal pieces back any farther. Syn then moved Caleb's hands in a pushing motion against a new level of weight and strength. But there was nothing pressing against his hands. Caleb's own mind recognized the force of the room's door as Syn used his body to open it without ever touching it.

This was the power of Stonekeepers at work. This was the closest Caleb had gotten to controlling that power for himself. It felt amazing.

No contact was made with the door as it slid outward, revealing the torch-lit path beyond. No one was outside to see what was happening.

"The way is clear," Syn told Caleb as they lowered his hands back to his side. "I will leave you now. Move quickly, towards the gateways."

Caleb took a step forward, and then stopped. Against what might be better judgement, he went back into the room, grabbed the journal on the desk, and held it tightly in one hand. Only then did he walk out of the door, the light from Syn's power fading from his eyes with each step he took towards freedom.

With Syn's power removed from his mind, Caleb was left to his own devices on how to get to the gateways and Syn. The distance he would have to travel did not stop him from taking his steps with a determined fervor. He also did not have as much difficulty as expected in finding where he needed to turn next. His eyes kept tingling as he passed by doors and some corridors, an invisible sign to leave those spaces alone.

Caleb now regretted not paying closer attention to the details of which passages Revna had led him down before. That would have greatly helped him in getting out again. However, the telltale tingling of his eyes acted like a constant beacon, drawing him ever closer. The energy Syn was using must be massive if it could be sensed this far away. Syn had said it was used to fuel gateways, a statement which made more sense to Caleb now.

Footsteps reached Caleb's ears. He leapt to the nearest wall, staying away from any torches' light, and tried to make himself as small as possible. The footsteps grew louder, and Caleb held his breath. His heart pounded in his chest as the moments ticked by and nothing came into view. He even looked behind himself and saw nothing watching him in silence. Ravens on Earth sometimes watched people in silence, so Caleb had read in a school biology textbook; the raven-people in the Corvid probably acted the same way.

It turned out that Caleb's textbook assumptions were wrong. The footsteps marking whoever was coming grew quieter, and then went away entirely. There had been no sign of whatever had been there. Caleb figured whoever was there had turned around or taken a path he could not see from where he was. Either way, he was very pleased to have avoided an encounter with someone. This was not the time for talking.

After a short while of quiet travel, Caleb reached a more solid obstacle. In front of him, there were two paths, branching left and right. Whichever way Caleb looked, only the torchlight showed what was ahead. Caleb's eyes did not tingle more or less when he looked down each path.

After several seconds' consideration, Caleb chose the left path. He vaguely remembered going right at a few points with Revna, but he did not recall when that had been. Once he could see the gateway, he would know he had made the right choice.

Each step Caleb took carried a new uncertainty. The shadows seemed to grow darker to his unaltered eyes, since any one of the Corvid could be hiding in them. He moved quicker, taking strides when he previously had been quieter. He also looked behind him every so often, in case someone was moving on silent feet to attack.

This did not feel like the right way. Had he come too far to turn back? Should he turn back and try the other path?

No. Not yet. I need to find the gateway.

The passage continued, tilting down at sharp angles in some places. Caleb watched where his feet stepped, the torches providing enough light for him to see his own body and a few feet in front of him. The passages also grew bigger, seemingly built to accommodate larger things than raven-people. Perhaps, Caleb figured, something as large as a Mountain Giant?

Quicker than before, Caleb came to another split in the passage, but this time a black metal door lay to his left. Caleb's eyes tingled when he stepped towards the door, which was open. Caleb smiled, and then he took further stock of the situation and lost his burst of joy.

If the door was open, then someone was almost certainly inside the room. They could be waiting for trespassers like him, so they could attack them. He quickly reasoned it would be better to leave this space alone. The gateway would probably not be here. But Caleb's eyes were tingling, which should be a sign he was going the right way.

Caught between two potential actions, Caleb chose to go with his gut feelings. He went to the door and pushed against it, opening it further. Barely able to breathe from how tense his body was, Caleb stepped through the doorway and into a larger chamber than he had expected. The first feature of the chamber he noticed was a rectangular table with an electrical lamp shining down on it from above. He then saw how multiple tanks were arranged against the far wall of the room, behind the table. The tanks had a liquid inside them that gave off a faint yellow glow.

Caleb stayed back from the light, taking in as much of the room as he could. His eyes began burning the longer he looked around. The gateway he had expected to be here was not here. Instead, the table, tanks, and lamp were the largest things in the space. Caleb's eyes strained to take in the details despite the pain he was feeling.

Suddenly, the table moved. No, something on the table moved. Caleb's eyes burned so badly in response that he had to gnash his teeth to hold back a cry of pain. He darted up to the table, desperate to figure out what was making him feel this way.

The thing on the table was a bird, covered in white feathers but sporting streaks of black along its back. It was about the width and length of the Albatross airplane Emily and Navin had helped command more than a year before. The table held it off the floor at a low height, lower than Caleb's own body. Most of the bird's body had metal clamps, needles, and tubes covering it. Various liquids pumped in and out of the bird's body, traveling through the tubes to a few large cylindrical tanks at the room's edges.

The feather coloration confused Caleb. The bird's great beak, shaped like a giant raven's, was shut in a metal manacle. A raven's feathers were black; doves or seagulls had white feathers. But this bird had a mix of white and black feathers, as if it could not make up its mind and chose to mix both colors together. Its eyes were a further sign of melded colors; they were primarily a clouded yellow, like urine dulled in toilet water, but mixed with an icy shade of white.

A flash of a face from Caleb's recent memory came to him. The same sort of eyes had been there, but brighter and more intimidating. A raven-man had eyes that same color. On impulse, Caleb looked at the closer of the bird's wings. The wings were attached to elongated, muscled arms: human arms.

Caleb's wrists itched. Is this…?

"We watched," a familiar voice repeated in Caleb's head, "and we waited. Now, we act!" Then came the cry of a great bird, black feathers breaking away from its body in great clumps, as it shot away from Cielis. A wave of coruscating white energy had flown from the bird's passage, knocking Caleb down along with the guards sent to arrest him.

"No." Caleb whispered his denial aloud, his face turning pale as he tried to speak a name through the pit of his tightening stomach. His eyes still burned, tearing up and leaking, the pain like when he had scraped his knee on a hard surface.

"We have acquired Agent Corbett for rehabilitation…"

Huginn and Munnin had never explained what that word meant to them, or the Corvid as a whole.

"He is currently secured in an isolated rook and undergoing rehabilitation…"

Isolated. Like Caleb had been. Caleb had not turned out so well from that experience, and he was just a human.

"Release… me…"

A cry for help. It had come from Syn, but what if Syn had not been alone in that plea? Was this bird actually…?

"Corbett?"

The bird croaked through its manacle, a frail sound that tugged at Caleb's heartstrings. The bird's eye that was facing Caleb swiveled to look at him. Caleb saw a distorted, murky reflection of himself in that great orb. He also saw an unmistakable sign of recognition from this bird, something human like the man he remembered.

"Corbett." Caleb walked straight up to the bird's eye, staring back at it and into it for signs of life. "Corbett!" he said again, growing louder with each repetition. "What have they done to you?"

The bird let out several choking "Gluk" noises, like one of the Corvid's raven drones but with something lodged in its lungs. The flash it its eyes faded, the orb rolling around in its socket in complete disorder. The bird was in obvious pain, but there was a deeper insanity to its suffering.

"Do you remember me?" Caleb asked. "I'm Caleb. We escaped Yarboro Prison, in Cielis." He leaned closer to the great eye, not knowing what to say beyond simple questions. "Remember Cielis? You were there for a long, long time."

The bird twitched as the needles withdrew some more of its body. Caleb reached with his hands, fingers trembling as they approached thick, white feathers. Was there still human flesh, blood, and bone hidden beneath this coat? "What is all this stuff on you?" he asked. "This is… this is wrong!"

The bird wriggled harder against its binds, jostling the tubes but not dislodging the needles. Its enlarged wings fluttered; somewhere near the back of the table, Caleb heard a loud scraping sound. A talon, he guessed, scraping against the floor.

Hands suddenly seized Caleb from behind. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up, fear pumping his body with strength. He pushed and shoved the grabbing hands away, spinning around so that his back was to the table. His gaze flitted between the cold gazes of three raven-men he did not recognize. They all wore clothing similar to army soldiers—fatigues and pants and boots, all colored black—and had batons tucked into the belts around their waists.

Caleb figured these were agents of the Corvid. It was the most obvious explanation. They had come to take Caleb away.

"You!" Caleb's fists rose up in a fighting stance. "You did this to Corbett!"

The tallest of the three "cursed" men straightened himself, appearing even taller. "You are acting irrationally," he stoically told the teenager. "Agent Corbett is being rehabilitated."

"This is rehabilitation?! You have him chained and are sticking him full of needles!" He gestured to the table to show what he was talking about, though the creature was obviously large enough that everyone in the room could clearly see it. "You think this is good for him? He trusted you for years in Cielis!"

"Cielis was isolated, Brother," the man to Caleb's left reminded, his voice nasally and dripping with scorn. "Agent Corbett adapted to the situation. He told us as much when we questioned him. The information he provided was most helpful regarding the consequences of Stonekeepers losing control over their powers."

"You… You talked to him?" Caleb did not believe that was true, considering what Corbett had been turning into while leaving that floating city. "Before he fully c-changed? And then you…" He trembled with a fresh burst of rage. "… and then y-y-you did this to him!?"

"Agent Corbett's final fate is not your concern." The first man spoke again, the baton by his pocket now held in his hand and raised up to his waist. "You were not authorized to see this. You have committed a crime against the Corvid."

"Crime? The door was unlocked!" Caleb looked to the door to see that, yes, it was still open. All this was for just walking around this place? "I was looking for the gateway out of here! I finished the journal!" He grabbed the mentioned book and held it up for the raven-men to see. "This journal is what they want, right? Or was that a lie, like when they fed me poisoned food and drink and said it was nothing to worry about?"

"Do not change the subject." The other two raven-men drew batons identical to the first man's one. "As per our laws, you will be punished for intrusive curiosity."

Caleb's eyes flashed golden-yellow. All the grief and rage inside him flowed into his limbs, his body slipping into a practiced fighting stance. In slow motion, he saw the tallest raven-man's baton come at him. He dropped the journal and jumped back, away from all three agents. The baton smacked against the enlarged, mutated body of Agent Corbett, producing a loud squawk from him the manacle could not conceal.

In the next moment, Caleb was on top of the raven-man who had hurt Corbett, fists pummeling the "cursed" man's beak and face. The force of his charge caused them both to fall to the floor, Caleb on top. The full weight of his body crushed down on the agent's ribs and chest. As the downed agent cried out in pain, another baton slammed on Caleb's shoulders. Caleb's attention shifted to the second, nasal-voiced agent. The baton that man held rose to hit him again, but Caleb leaped back first, his eyes burning with fresh tears.

The baton swooshed through air as Caleb stood up, ready to attack. Again, the raven-man seemed to be in slow motion, providing Caleb the chance to dart in and jab at the agent's chest. A punch there caused the agent to pause mid-step; more crucially, he dropped his baton. Caleb's left hand swooped down and grabbed it before it hit the floor. Moving with the practice of Leon's training, Caleb grabbed the baton with both hands and raised it high. Caleb yelled a battle cry as he brought the baton it down on the agent's avian skull.

There was a loud crack. The agent made a short "Guk!" sound much like a human's choked gasp, and then crumpled to the floor. Caleb turned to face the third agent only to find he had raced away. No, Caleb saw him by the door, with four other raven-people who had just come in. These ones did not wear shirts, their upper bodies and arms rippling with muscles. Their eyes were wide as they took in the scene.

"You did this." Caleb was the only one speaking in the room as he stepped back towards the table and Corbett. The first agent coughed twice as he tried to breathe properly, his beak bent out of shape and his face sporting several bruises. "You did this! You're all insane!"

Caleb raised the stolen baton in front of him like a sword. "How many more prisoners do you have here? How many people like Corbett do you have locked away? How many more secrets are hiding here?"

No one answered.

"I am your Brother!" Caleb yelled at the assembled raven-men. "Tell me the truth!"

The raven-men answered by charging Caleb all together. The shirtless ones barreled forward like diesel engines, unstoppable in their advance. Caleb's world shrunk down to the oncoming dangers, beating, punching, kicking, and fighting for his life and freedom. His training with Leon helped him beat back the first few attacks, but then he was overwhelmed and pummeled down to the ground.

At some point, someone thrust someone thick and dark over Caleb's head. Many hands held Caleb down, ripping away his baton and preventing him from fighting back. Replicating his treatment at Kanalis, Caleb was carried away like a large sack. This time, Caleb was free to scream and shout accusations at how evil Silas Charnon's "agents" had become.

Alright, that's all for now. This is a cliffhanger for sure, so I will work on the next part as soon as I can.

As usual, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.

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