Dakshana noticed the white symbols painted on the stone walls became more and more frequent the further they got.
“Do you know what those mean?” she asked.
“What does what mean?” Srina paused and turned.
Minka went very still.
Dakshana placed a hand on her arm, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”
Minka’s voice shook. “Did your mother ever tell you about the place of names?”
“No.” Dakshana’s mother hadn’t told her much of anything that she could remember.
“Everyone’s name is painted on a wall deep below the earth where the magic creatures live,” Minka said. “And --”
“And what?”
“We should run.”
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