CHAPTER SEVEN
Our captors led us down the tiers and past the base of the Vahti. I couldn’t help but admire the tall shadow as we passed. A strange coldness seemed to flow off the stones, the kind that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. A single wooden door led inside and was covered in carvings, some ancient and others more recent. A circle in the center and high up the door showed a pair of bells pointed in opposite directions. For some reason, I was glad to see it was securely locked.
The Vahti wasn’t the only admirable sight in the vicinity. Many of the buildings were grand in their design, with most being two floors and covering large plots. Several of the structures had elegant porticoes that covered the double-door entrances while others featured small gardens out fron
