read the words again. And again. The passage to Luceum. I’m too tired and confused and afraid to second-guess myself. I need to get out of this place, and it seems clear what I’m supposed to do. I place my hands in the two circles, palms against cool stone. The pyramid symbols pulse to life beneath my touch. There’s a flash. Encompassing. White and blinding. Then searing, unimaginable pain in my left shoulder.
