That's when the walls vanished, the tunnel warping into some kind of hall. Dale and Gregory brandished their torches. Nothing. Aldor never would've thought that it could get darker. The musky air was stiff with dust, the torchlight shining on the void open space.
They didn't dare move forward. “What the—”
“Nobody take another step,” hissed Laurence.
“What is this place? Some kind of tomb?” squeaked Jasper.
“I think you're on the right track…”
“Everyone says Haran was an inventor, right?” Keira stepped up to Dale and held out her hand for his torch. “Something tells me he had more than just fancy furniture in his living room.”
Dale shrugged and handed it to her. Keira aimed the torch right were the wall tunnel ended, feeling her way along the wall. Aldor watched her with interest—what
