Eris unzipped a pocket of her cat suit and took out a pencil flashlight. Switching it on, she swung the beam around the interior of the mausoleum. There was no obvious sign of a staircase leading down. The floor was solid, made of dusty stone slabs. The two longest walls were occupied by coffin-carrying shelves, four on each side. At the far end, opposite the entrance, was a solid stone wall. At its base stood an altar-like table, covered in decaying red cloth.
Eris lifted the cloth and shone the light underneath. “Nothing—just a solid stone recess. Hiding a multitude of spider webs, but no secret passage.”
She raised the beam to the wall above the altar. There were three words carved there, in large uppercase letters, each word on a line of its own. She read them out loud: “Veritas fugi
