Chapter 18: "As good have grown there still a lifeless rib."

The floor isn’t slightly declining anymore. It’s dropping away steeply and it’s all they can do to keep from just running down the rest of the way.

Ahead, either impossibly far or infuriatingly close, is a doorway of sorts. Rhys would call it a doorway because it feels like a natural end to this tunnel. There’s no real door there, nor is there any way of judging their distance relative to it. ...