Syra heaved a heavy breath. Her tired shoulders carried two buckets of water that sloshed back and forth. Carrying the buckets had been something of...
Water dripped down like tired rain from the ceiling. The small cell was cramped and humid, and the air reeked of rot and decay. Syra lay on the cold...
***Note: So the way this was written means that I can publish either 1600 word half-chapters or like 4000 words full chapters (so half-chapters it is...