Within the centre was a statue carved with lifelike perfection. Anguish and torment twisted the beautiful features of the woman. Her recoiled posture portrayed agony, and her eyes were fixed towards the mirrors, as if the final thing she wished to behold had been herself.
Taya wanted to avert her eyes, understanding all too well the scene she beheld and the suffering caused by the punishment inflicted. But it was only as her gaze acknowledged the object clasped within the figure's hands that she could finally look away.
Safe from weathering this statue could have lasted for ages untold. But its grasp upon the treasure had been firm. Stacy escorted Taya in a walk around the overgrown gardens, while Bray and Rob took whatever means necessary to retrieve it, and ensuring their own flesh nev
