Chapter 37
In the back of his mind, almost hidden beneath fear and worry, Calvin wondered if he could ever find his way back to the cabin they’d first met in. He followed Kerwin, Seetha, and a silent Vasan down endless twists and turns, with no features he could see to mark their path.
Only an unchanging series of curving white walls and flat black floors, with more of the same jutting off in every direction.
The dry air felt like sand through his sinuses, and his eyes and skin felt stretched and tight. Calvin desperately wished he could smell something besides a sharp, antiseptic odor lingering in the corridors.
And under and above and tightly twisted through everything, what they were all facing threatened to grind his weary brain to a halt.
He hadn’t forgotten the way Rava squeezed
