"There is a faint fire guttering on the hearth at the other end...

"There is a faint fire guttering on the hearth at the other end of the room – light and warmth – and a great iron-bound door of wood that leads to other hallways in this Tower. On the other side are thin slits that open to the air, windows that show only the night’s blackness. Closer to me are the instruments of pain. Spikes and curved iron manacles. The long bed of the rack, and the wheel that makes it longer with every ratcheting notch."
— from the novel Sinful Folk