Shackled to the wall inside the narrow passage were the mummified remains of a man.
Shackled to the wall inside the narrow passage were the mummified remains of a man.
Barrett murmured, “Shades of Poe.”
“I told you he was here,” Florence said.
Fischer stared at the grayish, parchmentlike features of the corpse. Its eyes were like dark, hardened berries, its lips drawn back and frozen in a soundless scream. Obviously, he’d been tied behind the wall while still alive.
