Chapter 33
33 Underground Near Foothills, 24 December 1871 Fiona fiddled with the Krakatuk nut pendant she wore. So far neither of the menaces they’d encountered—the killer snowflakes and hallucinogenic powdered sugar—had been specialties of her father’s. She hated that she doubted, even though Hollowell had said he’d been forced to lie. But hadn’t her father driven her family to ruin? How could that be the action of a sane man? Lieutenant Crow led the way through the room painted like a forest with a yellow strip along the floor. Fiona didn’t have much time to examine it, but when she looked away, the patterns seemed to move like the undulations of water. A large mouse blocked the door, which had been built to look like the entrance to a fortress, completed with studs and iron strips over the wo
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