Chapter 41Huge terraces lined the mountainside behind the Great Hall, stacked like the tiers of a wedding cake. As we walked across the first one, the floor beneath our feet was transparent, like glass or Lucite. I could see the rock and brush below, then the next terrace down in the staggered arrangement. I saw a group of people down there, hard at work on some kind of project I couldn't identify. Whatever it was, it involved laptop computers, piles of dirt, and big, black hoses. Everyone working on it wore an orange t-shirt with the Parapets logo on the back and left breast.
Solomon and Cassandra led us to a row of tables along the rim of the upper terrace. "Please, sit," said Solomon, and we did...though Laurel and Cassandra were the only ones whose chairs Solomon pulled out.
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