The key turned in the second gate with a heavy clunk, and the doors swung inward on their own.
Noah stepped through into the crossroads.
It looked almost exactly like he remembered. A square of flagstones maybe forty feet across, closed in by high grey walls on every side, with four arched openings leading away: one behind him, one straight ahead, one left, one right. Each path ran about thirty feet before it turned a corner and disappeared. Above the middle of the square, the second lamp hung in the air on nothing at all, no chain, no hook, its black flame burning quietly inside the cage.
