The palace's escape tunnels were supposed to be a closely guarded royal secret.
Judging by the cobwebs, mold, and very confused family of raccoons staring at us from the corner, the King hadn't bothered using them in years.
"Left or right?" Lilith whispered, holding a small lantern.
Vorren sniffed the air like some kind of crime bloodhound. "Left smells like damp stone. Right smells like dried blood and burnt sugar."
I grinned. "Right it is."
We moved in single file, the walls narrowing until my ridiculous gold-trimmed coat was scraping both sides. Somewhere behind us, faint shouts echoed — guards had found the empty cells.
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The passage sloped downward, the air growing warmer. Eventually, the stone gave way to a carved archway. Beyond it was…
"A bakery?" I asked aloud.
