19
LINCOLN
Leaving the angels behind, Myla and I stroll through Arx Hall. Instantly, it becomes clear that something’s different today.
No one’s around.
If anything, we hear the pitter-patter of adult feet as they rush away from our path.
What do they know that we don’t? We’ll find out soon enough.
In short order, we reach the Gilded Abbey. Not long ago, I carried Myla along this same hallway. Back then, the abbey held its own inner brightness. Now, that golden sheen is gone.
We’re halfway down the corridor when I hear Father’s laughter. It’s the loud and messy sort of noise that only the truly drunk can deliver.
It’s a reflex to stop and listen more closely.
“Do you know where that’s coming from?” asks Myla.
I close my eyes and soak in the sound. Maps of the palace complex appea
