Chapter 11: A Quiet Between Storms

They made camp that night a careful mile from the buried chamber, and for the first time in days no one argued about the distance. Documenting the walls had taken hours — Talia's hand cramped from steady work, her satchel now heavy with parchment that felt, in a way she couldn't entirely articulate, dangerous to carry, as though the knowledge itself weighed something. The company was subdued arou...