and wiped her boots against gravel, heart thudding.
The cavern ahead was enormous.
Natural this time.
The ceiling arched high above, hidden in darkness.
Mineral formations climbed the walls in pale ribbons.
Pools of glowing water dotted the floor.
And across the largest stone face, carved by human hands, were names.
Dozens.
Maybe hundreds.
Some old.
Some newer.
Lily lifted the flashlight.
The nearest carving read:
TOM RUSK
STILL BREATHING
JULY 18, 1974
Her throat tightened.
Another:
MARIA ELLIS
WE HEAR THEM ABOVE
DAY 3
Another:
D. VOSS
THEY SEALED
