XVIFinn strode through the postern door, refusing to look backwards. The door closed behind him with a gentle click. Thick, solid darkness consumed him. He stopped, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He would be able to see soon. But, after a minute, two minutes, he still could not. The darkness remained complete, except for faint lines of light around the edges of the door behind him. He experimented with closing and opening his eyes to see if there was a difference. Nothing. He thought about pounding on the postern door, asking to be let out again.
No. He wouldn't do that.
He felt around with his outstretched fingertips. A rough, stone wall on either side of him, nothing ahead but cold, empty air. He stood in a passageway of some sort. His arms held out in case he walked into something so
