WORDS FROM THE WELL 25

Warmth and softness welcomed him. Music sounded and the stone began to shift under his touch. Something was thinning against his skin …
Snatching his hand back, Raðenn swore softly under his breath. What? He touched the stone again, and was once more assailed by the music, the warmth, and the feeling of shifting. He jumped back from the wall and stood gazing at it, until a faint noise behind him reminded him of his charge.

sue bridgwater

UNDERGOUND PASSAGE

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