I think there’s a hidden door here, I told Sion.
Where does it go?
Down. It’s in the floor.
I grabbed the corner of the rug and pulled it back. I was right. There was a rectangular wooden door with a bronze pull handle. A casual tug didn’t accomplish anything, so I used both hands and heaved as hard as I could. The door came loose and the hinges creaked as it opened.
“Maren! You should come and see this!”
“What is it?” Her voice echoed into the chamber.
“A door to a hidden room!”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
She didn’t sound as excited as I felt. I shrugged and looked inside, expecting it to be pitch black. Instead, the room was well-lit by windows. A wooden ladder led down into the room. Unlike the rest of the place, there were no signs of disrepair. I climbed down the ladder with
