C30 The Thing Beneath The Stone

The light doesn't simply illuminate the chamber. It drains it.

Every torch flickers and dims as the pale blue glow spreads wider across the cracked floor, and the warmth I've grown accustomed to feeling through the bond, four steady heartbeats plus Wren's plus the boy's, suddenly feels distant, muffled, like someone's pressed a hand over my chest to muffle the sound