Silas landed in a belly flop on hard dirt. He made a wheezing sound and coughed as he sucked in the dust he had just disturbed.
After the short coughing fit, he pulled himself up to a sitting position against a hard rock wall and looked around. He was in a narrow canyon; an overcast sky gave everything a gray-blue look. It was bland and passionless, typical Hell scenery. The canyon wall stretched up thirty to fifty feet from the floor and curved inward, giving the menacing illusion that they would crash down like giant tsunamis at any moment. Liquid, dark and blood-like in the dull cast of the sky, ran down the walls here and there in tiny rivulets, meeting at a stream of viscous sludge that ran down the middle of the canyon.
But that was not what stood out; it was the doors that li
