CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“I’ll start on the other side,” I offered as I hurried over to my appointed spot.
I stuck on my glove and began to rifle through the layers of plants. My pace was slow because every time I found the wall I was shown more of the story of ancient Agnosia. The people stood facing the same direction in a long line with their arms upraised. Their faces were so well carved that I could see the wrinkles under the eyes of the aged ones. In their hands they revealed their trades, from miniature furniture to stone carvings and even elegant birds with long tails that stretched to the ground. The female figure at the very head of the line, however, faced the procession, but her hands were raised up and held a triangle.
As I pulled at the vines, a huge figure was revealed to
