Chapter 326: The Hall of Held Breaths (1)
The massive stone doors continued to grind apart.
Dust fell from the carved lintel above them, but it did not reach the ground. It hung motionless in the cold air, perfectly suspended like gray stars. Draven stood in the silent courtyard. Astraxion had returned an hour earlier with Estella's reply tied to his harness. Draven had read it twice. He had told no one that he had read it twice.
He pulled a small square of parchment from his dark coat. The promise said one line a day, but today he needed to send two.
Time behaves badly inside this mountain. If the lines stop arriving, blame the ancient architecture, not me.
He folded the paper. He turned around.
