The room had once stored a great deal of medicine, but he had since cleared it all out.
The only things left were three blocks of ice, each the size of a single bed.
A hollow had been carved into one of the blocks, and lying perfectly still inside was a naked man.
The man's body had an unnatural, purplish-gray hue. Aside from a wound over his heart, he was perfectly preserved.
Seth Walsh walked to the ice block and stood there silently for a moment. He stared, unblinking, at the motionless man, then slowly reached out and caressed the wound on his chest…
'Silas!' he called silently in his heart.
This was the body of Silas Dudley, the man Paige Summers had killed.
But Seth Walsh refused to admit he was dead.
In his heart, Silas Dudley was his savior, his guide, his redemption, his… god…
'How could someone like him possibly die?'
