She was grateful when Kalia came to usher her through the gate with a gentle hand on her back. The courtyard outside the Hall was very much as she remembered it. Wide cobblestone paths cut through the grass and converged on a round fountain from all four cardinal directions.
Behind that spraying water, the enormous, block-spanning building loomed over them with windows lining both of its long wings. Stone steps led up to the columned front entrance. Desa yearned for the shade offered by that overhanging roof.
“Come on,” Kalia murmured, urging her toward the stairs.
She found a modicum of relief once they got inside, but the voices that echoed through the lobby were painfully loud. Tara led them through a maze of corridors with cream-coloured walls, confounding Desa every time they turne
