Dax's POV
The path down from the antechamber isn't one I've walked before, and I've spent most of my life believing I knew every inch of this temple that mattered. Thessaly leads us to a section of wall I'd have sworn was solid stone, and when she presses her palm flat against a particular carved symbol, a seam I never noticed opens into a stairwell descending further than torchlight can properly reach.
"This wasn't here before," I say, more to myself than to either of them.
"It was always here," Thessaly says. "It simply wasn't yours to see until now."
Sera goes first, which I try to argue against and lose within seconds, the same way I lose most arguments with her lately. The air changes as we descend, growing heavier, older, charged with something that reminds me of standing at the
