CHAPTER THIRTY
Surprisingly, the door to the Fist was not locked. That filled Bolt with hope, because if the Starborn left the door unlocked, then maybe they were willing to help after all. Or at least listen to what they had to say. He just hoped that it wouldn’t turn out that the Starborn had simply forgotten to lock the door when they got here because that would be disappointing.
The interior of the Fist was nowhere nearly as dark as the outside. This was due to a series of bright torches running along the walls, providing enough light by which Bolt and the others could see. It was a sharp contrast to the pitch blackness of the Shadowlands, although it was a welcome one because the darkness had been growing heavy on Bolt’s shoulders and he was relieved to be in the light again.
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