Troa stopped suddenly enough that Einarr nearly ran into his outstretched arm. Better that, though, than to fall into the crevasse that had brought him up short.
“Did we choose the wrong path?” Einarr wondered.
Troa shook his head. “Not likely. I think she had her own path past all this. Probably some sort of bridge, here.”
“Think you can jump it?”
“Not likely. And I’d be very surprised if you could.”
Einarr had to agree. “Okay. So she destroyed her bridge once she was past. Now we just need to find a path. There’s nothing up here, though.”
Troa ran his hands along the walls on both sides of the tunnel before he agreed to that. “I think I see something, but you’re not going to like it.”
Einarr followed Troa’s gaze down into the crevasse and groaned. There, about eight feet down, a trio of levers stuck out…
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