The only sound that could be heard was of water dripping slowly down the moss-covered walls. Gorel stalked ahead, hand on the butt of his gun. Sereli walked behind. The girl Tonar, who he had rescued from the Mothers, was by Gorel’s side. He reached out to her, held her hand, and she smiled at him, though there was tension in her eyes. Behind them Sereli snorted. Gorel ignored her. They were inside a tunnel, and there seemed to be no way out. They had been walking through the tunnels for what seemed like hours. ‘Does she know where we are?’ Sereli said. Gorel, not turning around, said, ‘She has a name. Ask her yourself.’ Sereli snorted again. ‘It’s not far,’ the girl, Tonar, said, but she sounded less than convinced. ‘When I served we did not use the tunnels much. We moved above-ground. This place –’ Gorel felt her fingers tighten around his – ‘it is the realm of the underworld, it does not belong to Her, nor entirely to Him.’ ‘Looks like disused sewers to me,’ Sereli said.
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