The Rise Of Talullah
Ronan instantly hoisted me up, carrying me several yards backwards as a large section of the floor violently collapsed into a cloud of thick, grey dust.
When the dust finally began to settle, the elders cautiously stepped forward, peering into the massive, gaping crater in the middle of their sacred hall. It was not just a sinkhole. The collapsed floor had revealed a hidden, subterranean stone staircase leading deep into the dark, forgotten foundations of the estate.
And from the absolute pitch-black depths of that hidden stairwell, a scent wafted up into the great hall.
It was not the rotting pine of the rogues. It was the delicate, unmistakable scent of winter jasmine and sweet rain.
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