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I tumble through black and empty space, my left hand clasped with Walker’s, my right entwined with Lincoln’s. Kiya sits on my shoulder, as much as anyone can sit when you’re spinning through darkness like a dried leaf. Kiya’s tail is wrapped tightly around my neck while his little hands grip my ear so tightly, he could draw blood.
Kiya’s no fan of travelling by portal. Unfortunately, that’s all we’ve done for the last hour as Walker tries to find the Walls of Hell, which are somewhere in the Plains of Fire. It wasn’t easy to talk him into helping us, but Walker gave in once he realized that we’d find another ghoul if he didn’t agree.
Within the pitch darkness, a tall door-shaped rectangle of crimson light appears. Somehow, Walker aims our whirling bodies toward the portal’s exit. Tog
