CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Sophia trekked on, following the silvery line of the footprints through deeper and deeper sand. They were far away from anywhere that their guides might have led them now, but still Sophia was certain that it was the right way to go.
Then she saw the golden door, and she was certain.
It sat, incongruous and alone, in the middle of the sandy waste, shining with the reflected sunlight so brightly that it almost hurt to look at it.
“We’ve done it,” Kate said, breathlessly. “We’ve found it.”
“But where is the rest of the city?” Lucas asked.
Sophia had to admit that he had a point. The idea of finding the golden door wasn’t just for its own sake. It was to find the Forgotten City, and their parents within it. If there was no city, then none of the rest of it made sense
