“Sorr…(y)” Agnes said.
A statement that was swallowed whole by this expansive space. Few outsiders had ever seen the heart of The Tower, but the double-helix staircase that weaved to the upper levels at the heart of this structure that all hunters knew well.
The walls were made up of white marble, which contrasted the onyx used for the Terminus perfectly. She often wondered if the choice of materials served to remind hunters they were stepping away from the light… and into danger.
There were bridges that crossed the wide expanse every couple of levels. Clara never before considered how much this architecture resembled a DNA chain. That means the designer had a concept of genetics thousands of years ago.
“Halt!” A man ordered.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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