t was a bit hard to calculate exactly how much time had passed since we’d left Goldilocks in Alderon. Inter-dimensional travel was a confusing thing, time-wise.
My Hole Tracker automatically adjusted to the time of whatever realm I was in. Based on what it said now and the Book-to-Earth time difference (the latter moving twenty times faster), I figured it hadn’t even been an hour and a half since we’d left.
It was late evening now and the storm that had been brewing earlier was much stronger. Flurries of sand whipped around my boots and the wind blew hair into my mouth as we followed the river upstream.
Aside from the sand and the river, the third and final marker for the Cave of Mysteries was supposed to be a rock. It was one of the elements we’d discussed back on Adelaide during our s
