Chapter 9
As the elevator coasted to a stop more gently than it ever did on the floors far above them, the rocky shaft opened up into a small room made of that same stone. When her grandmother let go of the handle, the door slid open.
Elenda could only see a couple of feet into the absolute darkness. If someone called the car back up, they'd be trapped down here in the pitch black deep below street level.
That was the first thing that scared her more than getting into the elevator in a long, long time.
"Are there any lights?"
"Of course," her grandmother said. "Do hold the door until I turn them on, though. Even these fancy modern bulbs don't last forever."
She stepped out onto a stone floor, rough but perfectly flat. She reached to the left of the door, and Elenda heard a soft click
