Lin Mu's attention shifted toward several pieces of cloth hanging from rough ropes. The fabric appeared terribly worn and many sections had been patched repeatedly. Several holes had simply been stitched closed using whatever thread someone happened to possess.
Lin Mu gently touched one piece and found it to be far too thin. Even folding it several times would barely provide warmth. Using it as bedding seemed pointless. The prisoners had apparently discovered better uses.
Curtains, bandages, storage bags and some simple coverings for supplies. Nothing remained available in abundance, so every scrap served some purpose. Lin Mu continued deeper into the camp.
Near the back, he finally found something noticeably different. A small corner had been separated from the rest as several thick metal prison bars had been driven into the stone floor and ceiling.
