Chapter Thirty
Locus Classicus Matt opened his eyes and tried to focus. Several minutes passed until his sight regained its clarity. Bound hand and foot, he struggled to peer around his space. It was then he realized Spencer was missing and an uneasiness settled over him.
The room was large, pentagonal-shaped, and made of red brick unlike the grey stone in the corridors he had travelled along. At the highest point of the vaulted ceiling was a large pentagram with a lighted lantern hanging from its centre. The room resembled a t...
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