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Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine After walking through the first cement basement, Lucas and Marianne moved into a corridor that changed from the modern construction of concrete block to the mortared stones and heavy wood beams of the old 18th century cellar. It was a gloomy place, lit by candles and old incandescent lighting, both of which seemed to flicker with every gust of air that moved swiftly through the empty spaces. Their destination was a dungeon cell with iron bars, stone walls, a hard-packed dirt floor and a tiny daylight window. Given the late hour of her arrival, it was not surprising that the sun had now set, and not even a glimmer of the moon or a streetlamp illuminated the cave-like space from outside. Lucas pulled a candle off a shelf just outside the door and held it high so she could see i
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