The Candle Of The Wicked 09/07/24 One hour to sacrifice Jacob slipped out of the armory and obsessively checked his watch. Six o'clock exactly, almost time to move. His tense muscles trembled from nerves as he tried to look like he was walking as casually as possible through the sparsely-populated jail corridors towards the cell block, simultaneously sneaking his hand into his pocket and leaving the remote trigger he had just acquired safely inside. As a building, Dawso
