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The tunnel slopes gently downward, and the floor is slick stone, so Trin keeps one hand on the wall and one holding the torch above their head. There’s no sound, except footsteps, the crackle of the torch, and a drip drip drip somewhere in the distance.

Trin navigates by following the ‘X’ marks carved on the rock. The temperature drops as the pathway widens. The water noise gets louder.

“Close to the cavern,” Trin murmurs. “We need to be quiet.”

“Why?” Bex asks.

“These are Djinn caves,” Trin stops walking for a second to explain. “Last I was here, they weren’t interested in me as long as I stayed quiet and stuck to the path Micah mapped out. But things change with them, and quickly.”