Mary-Allison Flagstone

The closer we get to the mouth of the cave, the more voices I hear inside my head. It’s difficult to understand them all at once. One voice is louder than the rest, but it’s coded in a language I don’t know, and I know most languages.

Christopher pulls me along like I’m not taking his spotty espionage seriously. Less sunlight now in the cracks in clouds, the tide will be coming in soon. We splash through suds when we enter the mouth of the great ...