CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
The air smelled of mold. A few times, his hand had touched something wet and he would quickly jerk his hand away. Calderon was beginning to think he was lost within the tunnels of the cave. He didn’t know which way went where, and he hadn’t felt a symbol in any of the walls recently. He was about to turn around when he turned a corner and felt a horrible sensation in his stomach that made the hairs on his arm raise.
He could see nothing. He didn’t hear anything either. Yet the feeling was there, as if something lurked around him, waiting to devour him. He breathed as quietly as he could and listened. Still nothing.
He slowly took a step. And another. His hand felt the wall curve away from him, out of his reach. He hoped he wasn’t about to step off into a deep hole.
