The Lost City – Book Two of The Realms by C.M. Carney
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The shrouded man crept through the crumbling archways and cobweb filled passages in the ancient catacombs deep underneath the city of Sylvan Aenor. The air was heavy with the smell of age and rot, and cobwebs clung to every surface. A false sense of ease crept into the man’s mind, like the most deceptive of lovers, almost convincing him that fear was foolish. After all, the thick layer of dust suggested that nothing had disturbed these hidden byways in untold centuries. No dangers could possibly lurk in these dead hallways.
But, the man knew different.
He doubted that any of the thousands of people going about their business above him knew these forgotten tunnels even existed. They are unaware of the rot that grows right under their feet, the man thought. Part of him wished that he did not possess the knowledge that had sent him into these infernal catacombs, but he knew that was foolish, a wish brought on by fear.
