A Page From a New Book

Light drifted in from the groaning doors of the Whispering Chamber.

It was bright. Brighter than the withered Rafta resting in her hands.

She left the flower on the floor and walked through empty corridors. A dazzling cuirass covered her breast. A rustic cloak hung from her neck.

In the main hall, the entranceway began to open. Fresh air filled the room. A different light floated in the space between her and the outside world.

It was faint but warm.

“Right,” Deme took a deep breath. “Well, Lavenza. Here I go. I guess.”