US IN
MERCER KNOWS
Lily stepped closer.
D. Voss.
Daniel Voss.
Her father.
Her living father.
The carving was old, but beneath it someone had scratched a second line later.
Not in the same hand.
VOSS GOT OUT THROUGH WATER SHAFT
TRUST STILL WATCHING
Lily’s eyes burned.
He had survived.
Her mother had been right.
A shout echoed behind her.
Mercer had found the vent route.
Lily moved.
She followed the dry shelf around the glowing pools, careful where she placed each foot.
The cavern narrowed, then split into three
