Chapter 43
The King’s chamber, as it turned out, was starkly different from everything she’d seen in the depths of the Halo so far. Following the man and his guards past the throne dais, Red and Arto had been led into another dark, damp smelling tunnel. It was short, less than ten metres, ending at a large door that looked to be built from salvaged metal, badly welded together to block their path. Despite the cramped environment, it was flanked by another pair of muscular, under-dressed men. Red found herself smiling at the pantomime of the whole thing. Did anyone take these guys seriously? As the King approached, the pair stepped aside, crushing themselves against the angled walls to allow his passing. One leaned across to push at the door. It opened easily, swinging inwards without the comedy sq
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