*Miranda’s POV*
Male and female passed us on the busy path along the inner court of this hellhole. Their eyes were dull and lifeless, as if they’d endured years of oppression and finally gave in. We kept out of their way, kept as close to the stone wall as we could as we made our way to the top. I could remember the way I’d taken mental note of the carvings along the walls – my own personal road map. My heart was racing as we walked, but I kept my movements slow. Looking rushed would not draw the attention we needed. In the distance, I saw three men approaching. The way they scanned the surrounding faces, towering above the crowds passing by... it made me nervous.
“We need to take cover,” I told Lillian, my voice barely audible over the hissing of whispers and drumming of feet. The light
