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Why she'd structured the inheritance to keep the inn open, no matter what. Her grandmother hadn't just been running a bed and breakfast. She'd been running an underground railroad for women fleeing violence. Women like Maya. Women like the stranger in the hospital bed. And ten years ago, somehow, she'd gotten too close to the truth about a killer who was still out there. Still hunting. "What was my grandmother's real name?" the stranger asked, her voice barely a whisper. "The woman who ran the Tidewater Inn before you?" Maya's throat tightened. "Eleanor Reeves. Why?"

The men covered the raft with brush and urged everyone to be as quiet as they could while they waited for the wagon to arrive. Bertha finally divulged their intentions to Elizabeth. To Elizabeth’s surprise, but much to the awareness of all slaves in captivity, there existed a secret society made up of whites and darkies alike. This society did not support the reinstatement of slavery in Georgia. It sympathized with the plight of slaves to the extent that its members were willing to break the law in order to help them escape. The wagon for which the tense group of runaways waited belonged to just one of these sympathizers. It would take them to a plantation run by a couple who hired free dark

Never a lover of tight spaces, he feared panicking from claustrophobia before they reached the end. When he was finally able to stand tall and breathe clear, fresh air again, he realized they’d come out on the edge of town, near the livery stable. The tunnel had to be at least a mile long! He later learned it was part of the underground railroad that helped runaway slaves make it north of the Ohio river where slavery was outlawed.

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.

Once clear, the machines pulsed a second wave, and, while I was drinking wine at the dinner table, walls and roofs came down. As I cut a slice of the fresh lemon cake I had brought with me, for dessert, a human train was running underneath the debris of warehouses three hundred miles from my location. A train of twenty-one kids and seventeen adults, with five of my team leading and guarding the escapees. And while I was fondling the dearest brother of the broker of sorrow and misery, that tunnel had exploded, all the way along its length. Hiding any evidence of who or how many people had passed through it.

“I found something.” Raja’s grip on the phone tightened as if he had been waiting for this moment. “They were known as the Crows. They ran the underground trade in that area. Small-time, but brutal. They sold people off for slavery in illegal auctions , extorted businesses, took what they wanted. Word is, a woman with a gambling problem sold her own kid to them.” Raja’s steps faltered. His breath came out slow. “Tales mother.” he wasn't asking, rather, the tone already know the answer.

Dangerous and notoriously difficult to find, it had evaded authorities long before Chiri had joined the Alliance and would likely still exist long after she resigned. Her foul mood persisting, Chiri stood in the dank and fishy pools of water that coated the bottom of the tunnels. The underground network than ran beneath Urgsea serving to host all undesirable persons and business, the discarded papers and scraps littered along its paths floated to the surface. Sloshed about by the hoards, Chiri felt her stomach turn in revulsion as she lurked like an unpleasant specter amongst them. The paper she had received from their assailant instructing her to wait there, Chiri clicked her tongue aggrava

The idea of what this place would look like with a rebellion going on was haunting. Other transport vehicles weren’t necessary in Gretchintown. The food and other supplies they needed was transported via an underground cart system through tunnels so narrow only the carts could fit through. It was a conveyor belt system, and the roofs of the tunnels were so low to the ground, Rain could remember being a small child thinking she couldn’t even stand upright in there. On the tour, someone had asked what they did if the system broke down, and the guide had said they had ways of fixing it that didn’t require walking down the shaft. Rain hadn’t thought about it then, but she figured constructing th

“I heard about the girl. The heiress.” Alex’s pulse jumps start talking . “There was a shipment,” the man says. “Not cargo,a person i would say. ******* Alex leans forward. “Where did it go?” “I don’t know exactly,” the man admits. “But it wasn’t by sea. They moved her inland. Underground.” Harris stiffens. “Underground how?” “Old rail systems,” the man says. “Abandoned stations. Places nobody checks.” Alex’s let out a heavy breath out. Train stations,forgotten lines,hidden tunnels

Underground Railroad Elena crouched behind worn stone walls, searching for signals from the woodland path that led deeper into Kael's lands, as the old mill wheel groaned around in the moonlight. Three times a week, she sat in this same place, aiding refugees through a network of safe homes that spread from the damaged territories to the freedom of the reclaimed territory. Two short, one long, a soft whistle sounded from the trees. Travelers were coming carrying children needing more care on the dangerous crossing, according to the agreed-upon signal.