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Lincoln and I step off the Pulpitum platform in Antrum. A massive cave surrounds us; it’s made entirely of dark stone. The ground is filled with ancient-looking trees and a half-ruined temple. Now that we’ve arrived, one thought consumes me.
My last big lie to Adair was that I could zap my igni to Heaven if she overtook Lincoln’s mind. Did she buy it? Or, did she only say ‘yes’ to get Lincoln closer to her powers?
I turn to face Lincoln, cup his face in my hands, and exhale a sigh of relief. His eyes are still mismatched. No demon-red glow. Adair totally bought my story. I’ve never appreciated the ghouls, but man, do I ever at this moment.
Thank you, oh Ghouls, for so thoroughly destroying every last scrap of information about the Great Scala. You’ve made it possible for me to lie m
