Ezra lay on the cold stone floor of his cell, his mind racing. The chains binding him were heavy, but not unbreakable. He knew he had to escape, and soon.
He took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. He had to make his break plausible, something that wouldn't immediately draw suspicion of his true nature. Something Malachi couldn't use as evidence for a breach of the Law of Secrecy.
He studied the cell door. The door was strong but the hinge was weak with rust. Ezra chuckled to himself. If he could weaken it further, he might have a chance. He strained against the chains, feeling them dig into his wrists. The pain was sharp, but he used it to fuel his determination.
