“Street cars,” Arius said. His voice bounced through the area and Lyle’s sensitive ears trembled with the resulting echo. “Though long since laid to rest, obviously. The tunnels remain, however. It’s almost hard to believe from up there, isn’t it? That a world lies under our feet in silent mourning of man’s disturbance; desecrated, plundered, and then simply forgotten.”
Tile crunched underneath their footfalls as they walked. Leaves were crushed into dust. Tiny furry things skittered in covert dark corners, and insects—hidden from sight, yet oddly evident to the twitchy, crawling nerves of Lyle’s spine and skin—bored interested gazes into them as they passed.
“Although if I’m being completely honest, there have been some who sought to reopen this area to commerce. Oddly enough, their pla
