Harry fumed with anger. He felt his power surging to fuel his growing restlessness. He knew what Celesca was describing ... it was a particularly cruel type of torture chamber, one that kept the victim stood upright for hours on end and was frustratingly too small to get any kind of respite. Add in tightly packed other bodies, and very little fresh air, and the whole thing was a nightmare of an experience. Harry needed to help this poor woman, whoever she was, but these torture chambers were standard all over the internment camps. She could be anywhere.