Maier woke in the morning, wheelchair-bound. He sat on a wide stone platform, just above a towering cliff from which the coastline was visible. He heard voices somewhere, but he couldn’t see anyone. He breathed in and out deeply. It seemed the best way to find out whether he was still hallucinating or whether he had returned to some reality.
Shit, he’d been caught a second time.
The forest had crept across the stones for centuries and had spread so much that one had to step right up to the temple wall to get an idea of the building’s dimensions.
Maier could move his arms and turned the wheelchair around. Lizards and squirrels chased along the hot stones and invisible birds sang from the trees. It didn’t look like hell. But Maier had never been sure whether he’d recognise hell if he happ
