She came through on the other side in a cavernous underground chamber that went on as far as she could see. From the hard-packed earth beneath her feet to every outcropping scaling walls with no ceiling—candles. Poised in ornate candlesticks, candelabras, gilded jars. Every one different. A dizzying, infinite collective. All burning, all in various stages of melt. Maggie couldn’t make sense of it.
