CHAPTER 13
PERRIGAULLights flickered to life as they entered rooms and fell back into darkness when they departed. Their footsteps echoed down the corridors. For an entire day, they drifted from room to room like ghosts, slept for a few hours on the ship, and repeated the process.
The easily accessible areas had been stripped of anything of value, right down to the wires in the walls. Crumbling plaster and splintered wood covered the floor. If Miriam’s mysterious symbol was a painting or an ornament, it was long gone.
The Sunken Palace was too expansive. A thorough search would take several more days, and Perrigaul did not have the patience. Yes, they needed to make themselves scarce at the settlement. Returning after three days was unacceptable. They needed to remain away for a few mor
