As soon as we walked over the threshold, the wall sealed behind us, cutting off our exit.
Cutting off our light, too. Without the moonglow and starlight from outside, the interior of the spire was pitch black. I couldn't even see the ghost fish, wherever they were.
"Stag?" Lillian's voice rose out of the darkness beside me. "Is that you?"
"Yes it is." I reached over, found her hand, and folded it into my own. "So what do you think so far?"
"A little disappointing, actually," Lillian said nervously. "Kind of dark, don't you think?"
Just then, I felt something brush against me from the other side. I looked over fast but couldn't see anything. "What the hell?"
"What?" said Lillian. "What is it?"
"I don't know." As soon as I said it, something brushed me again. "Hello?" I f
