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The halls were as I remembered; catacombs, arched doorways, smoky torches set in the walls. The first time I'd walk through these stone clad hallways, they had reverberated with the sound of screaming, long ragged screams from the throat of a man. But now the halls were quiet, deathly quiet. It pressed against my ears and made my chest feel tight.
"Where's all the noise?" I asked Archer as we walked.
"They are waiting for you. They are silently waiting."
“Oh, that's very reassuring,” Spin quipped.
“Spin, you’re getting very good at this sarcasm thing,” I said.
"Learned from the master,” he snapped back playfully.
“Can we focus, please?” Royal grumbled from a few paces behind.
“You’re right, sorry,” I said to Royal. Archer and I exchanged a glance, but he remained silent. We
