Chapter 15: An imagined web of passageways flickered behind my closed eyelids as I processed what I knew of the building. The rhythms and routines of Zealot’s followers as they traveled along the lines between chambers glowed like the amber beads of light that swooshed along the curvatures on the walls. My brow furrowed in concentration.
Trust and Betrayal
Trust and Betrayal
Trust and Betrayal
Chapter 15: An imagined web of passageways flickered behind my closed eyelids as I processed what I knew of the building. The rhythms and routines of Zealot’s followers as they traveled along the lines between chambers glowed like the amber beads of light that swooshed along the curvatures on the walls. My brow furrowed in concentration.