I hope I’m able to translate these runes. The beam of light revealed line upon line of runes carved into the marble walls. Here’s that seal again. So many questions and so few answers. The camera flashed when she took a photo. When she traced the seal with her finger, her arm tingled. With a shake of her head, she moved on. Her progress halted at a brick wall; the odor of sewage reached her nose.
She clicked her microphone. “Shannon, I’ve reached the end of the tunnel. Have Nickie mark it on the plans. There’s a brick wall in front of me that doesn’t match the rest of the walls. I can smell sewage too.”
Shannon’s voice crackled in the earpiece. “All right. If we are matching things correctly, the sewer tunnel on the other side leads back to the river if you turn right. Do you think we should break through that section of the wall?”
“No. I don’t want to risk sewer workers entering these tunnels.” Lennie made her way back up the tunnel. “I’m heading back to the entrance. We’ve done enough for today.”
Lennie approached the stone door, light playing across the runes that covered it. A seal etched in the center of the appeared to match the one they found in another sewer tunnel. With no handle, Lennie had no way to open the door. The wall to either side held images of people who held weapons, bags, and packs. She ran her fingers over the door and like the metal fragments, she could not feel any edges. The stone felt smooth as glass. With a shake of her head, she moved along the wall, and stopped when the stone in the wall changed over to the sewer tunnel. The wall and sewer met seamlessly, yet another riddle that needed an answer. Did this appear at the same time the other ruins did? Why did the walls differ, yet leave no seam? Most important of all, what lay beyond the door and how did it open? Lennie moved to the center of the room where Nickie set up the tripod and cameras. She patted her friend’s shoulder and smiled.