ved that you truly had wings and yet been mistaken. Follow me, I must show you something.”
She led him to a carving of Pacela where the Goddess was speaking with a boy, her face serene and his awed. Jardila produced a pendant from her robe and held it up against the carving, aligning it with corresponding jewellery in the artwork.
Stone rumbled and part of the wall slid open.
The High Priestess entered the dim passage and Never paused. “Do we need light?”
“It is not far.” Her voice echoed.
Never followed the sound of her footsteps. The passage was smooth but narrow. Natural light soon appeared ahead and he joined Jardila in a small room that held a single podium lit by a skylight. A heavy tome rested atop. Beyond waited a closed door, but no indication of what might lie behind.
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