Ch. 12: The Palace Under the Mountain (4)
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from the stone above, below, and beside them. At last, a new light mingled with Michael’s torch, but instead of golden yellow, this one was a hazy blue. Michael slowed, holding a hand back toward the others to make them do the same.

            Gruff, sleepy words of greeting from just out of view made Michael rush back up the stairs a few paces, shoving the others in front of him, shushing them as silently as he could. Then he tamped out the torch with his boot and pressed his back to the wall. The others did the same, not sure what else to do.

            The band of five held their breaths and listened. Heavy footfalls passed on in opposite directions. Then there was an unmistakable swishing sound—th...

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