High over our heads, hundreds of oblivious motorists continued to hurtle down the busy East London road. The rubber hiss of tyres on slick tarmac was accompanied by the squawk of horns and screeches of old brakes. I looked around at Orion Squad. There were only five of us – far less than ideal ...
The chamber within was a perfect circle – a wide stone staircase had been built against the sides, spiraling all the way up into the darkness high above our heads. Iron candelabras were seated on the steps at intervals, the self-lighting candles creating an eerie glow and sweeping shadows that sp...