A wall.
Nothing special about it.
But then she pressed her palm against a wooden panel I had never noticed before.
And just like that, the wall moved.
I gasped silently, my eyes widening.
A hidden passage.
Since when did this exist?
The stone slid open, revealing a narrow staircase leading down into darkness.
Without hesitation, she stepped inside.
The wall closed behind her.
For a moment, I just stood there, frozen.
My mind was racing.
Should I go back?
What if this is dangerous?
What if she catches me?
But another thought pushed through.
What if this is the truth?
That was enough.
I stepped forward slowly and carefully.
I placed my hand on the same panel she touched.
My fingers trembled.
“Please work,” I whispered.
I pressed.
And just like before—the wall opened.
