01.08.2026 When I woke, I saw the basement’s only lightbulb hanging from a wooden beam. It did not come to life as it had four years ago when Jonas rescued me. This time, two flashlight beams broke through the darkness. It was a surreal moment. I was confused, disoriented, and unable to comprehend what was happening. Once again, standing before me was my King. Beside him stood Zechariah. I saw Jonas’s mouth moving as he spoke, but his words sounded jumbled and almost inaudible. Zechariah gently lifted my head away from the stone wall with his left hand. With his right, he pressed a handkerchief against the back of my…