The hallway she led Aiden into was identical to the room they just left. The same carved walls sloped upward, the same dark sand crunched under his sneakers. It was wide, about as wide as his quarters, and ran forward in a slow curve. He saw pockets of doorways here and there, but when he peeked inside, most were empty. The further they went the better he felt, until he found himself pulling away from Ashala and making his way on his own. She beamed a smile of approval. "Where are we?" His ...