Chapter 40
The King of The Halo wasn’t exactly what Red had been imagining. As Rasbit led them into the large chamber the King seemed to hold like some form of court, her practised eye started to pick out details. There were eight tunnels —including the one they’d entered through— that led off the chamber. Some had been blocked with corrugated metal sheeting to reduce the number of access routes. Dead centre, raised high on a makeshift looking dais, was what she could only think of as a throne. Like everything else she saw, it appeared to be put together from odds and ends, scavenged from the tunnels and no doubt stolen from the higher levels. She caught herself thinking of it as the surface. Deep bowls hung from the high ceiling on rusting chains, fires alight in each to illuminate the space a
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