About
For a thousand years every gulag had been the same.
The same drawn faces.
The same haunting blank stares.
The same cold-blooded, inhuman guards.
The same gruesome tools for inflicting pain.
It was in this godless place called a gulag that Carina Matthews now found herself.
Rebellious. Feisty. Intelligent. She would soon learn how much agony one can endure before folding.
