Chapter 12 – Part 6


Mark could still see the smoldering at the edges. Beyond the doorway, a room came in full view. It was dimly lit by the torches, its soft light casting a soft gleam on the burnished statue at the center of the room.

Mark thought it funny that they were always lighting the torches everywhere they went. Except this one.

George wasn’t all that impressed. “Another room?” he said disbelievingly. “How many more?”

Logan turned grave but said nothing.