Tobias did not take Lyra back toward the surface.He led her instead into a space beneath the council hall, a place even most elders never walked.They passed through a narrow storage room that smelled of dried herbs, crushed bark, and old ink. Shelves lined the walls, stacked with ordinary supplies meant to hide what lay behind them. Tobias stopped at the far corner and pressed his palm against a faint carving in the stone.A hidden seam answered.The wall shifted with a grinding sigh, revealing a narrow passage swallowed in darkness.Cold air breathed outward.Lyra hesitated only briefly before stepping in.The stairwell was carved from raw rock, descending in tight spirals. Each step carried them further from Silvercrest’s noise, until the world above became nothing more than a distant memory of voices, movement, and judgment. Here, there was only silence, damp stone, and the faint scent of something older than memory.Tobias walked ahead, steady and familiar with the path, as if h
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