The voice was quiet for a minute. That’s true, but I don’t think that’s the case. That crater is right in the middle, more or less where the central fountain used to be. Ormo’s room was under his tower, off to the side along with the others.
Syrina tried to remember where things would have been years ago. It was hard to get her bearings at the bottom of a smoke-clotted hole, but she thought the voice was probably right. And anyway, even if it wasn’t, they’d come all this way. She might as well look around.
There was a door in the far end of the egg, pried open but still attached to the nonwhite metal hinges. It must not have been locked, the voice pointed out. Not with the original locks anyway, or these scavengers wouldn’t have been able to open it.
The scorching on the outside had mad
