The walls began to thin.
Sari felt it before she saw it—the corridors widening, the ceiling lifting. She had been walking for what felt like hours.
The corridor curved one final time.
And opened.
The chamber was larger than any she had seen. High walls covered in marks—thousands of lines, thousands of names, carved into the stone.
And in the center, waiting, was Adrian.
She stopped at the edge of the room.
He was standing with his back to her, reading the names on the wall.
She walked toward him.
He turned before she reached him.
“You found it,” she said.
“The center. Yes.”
She stood beside him and looked at the walls. Names stretched from floor to ceiling, some faded, others sharp.
“What are they?”
“People who couldn't speak. People who were silenced.” He touched the wall. “
