The Chamber Below
Diana’s POV
The woods whispered secrets as I stepped through them.
Fog clung to the earth like a second skin, curling around my boots and fingers of low-hanging branches.
The map Cameron had left on the back of the parchment led me here—to the forgotten edge of Canada’s outskirts, where no buildings stood, and no birds sang.
I walked alone, guided by the faint light of dawn creeping between the trees and the pulse of something I couldn’t explain.
A tug in my chest. A pull toward the unknown.
The key was cold in my hand, its silver surface etched with symbols I didn’t recognize. But they glowed faintly now like they had sensed I was close.
I reached a moss-covered stone archway half-buried in vines and earth.
It looked like part of a ruin—nothing special at firs
