The energy in the room shifted as the team passed through. The wall of maps seemed to ripple in their wake and Bridget put out a hand to catch the air that passed through. Was that the salt of the ocean she could smell? The smoke from cooking fires?
She remembered traveling to the trader town years ago, the thrill of being on the edge of adventure as her team passed through on their way to the Uncharted. Bridget sighed. She could never walk there again. She could never swim in the forgotten lakes of sparkling emerald or walk in the hanging gardens. She could never again visit the lost cities of legend. She could not feel the dark thrill of shadow in her veins, the intensity of the rush that came from crossing over.
She wrapped her arms around herself, clutching her body tightly, holding
