Soot can be deceiving.
Vaugn stared up at the flickering shadows, telling their stories through erratic dancing on the dark roof. It had scarcely been two days since Vaugn had been lying in his scratchy prison bed, and he didn't miss one minute of the cruel life. It was the same everyday, wake up follow orders go to bed at the end of an exhausting day, then you have the next day to look forward to. He hadn't heard from anyone on the outside and watching other detainees get visitors and letters from family was hard, but he had become accustomed to a hardened life. …
