Kyle brushed a hand across one of the four pillars with a cat's curiosity. Beneath the layered cloth he felt the scrape of carved grooves.
Pulling the fabric aside revealed a fragment of a symbol, and the other pillars, when uncovered, all carried similar half-hidden marks.
"Kyle, put the cloths back," Adela said, watching how the torchlight shifted with the shadows. "No, don't strip them off completely, just slide them."
Kyle looked at her with a touch of scorn before rolling his eyes.
'That's totally not confusing for my dumb brain, right?'
It took patience, tugging and sliding the fabric until the torchlight drew clean lines across each surface, and piece by piece the fractured marks stretched across the four pillars as if bound by invisible ink.
The image resolved into a complete sigil, jagged and circular, shaped like a twisted eye framed in thorned lines.
