She slipped the key into a hidden lock—a fissure in the foundation of the old amphitheater. The stone sighed, then shifted, revealing a stairwell that spiraled downward, its walls etched with the same ancient script that sang of the Sanctity of Ma .
She slipped the key into a hidden lock—a fissure in the foundation of the old amphitheater. The stone sighed, then shifted, revealing a stairwell that spiraled downward, its walls etched with the same ancient script that sang of the Sanctity of Ma .