Riddle Roads – Story 3 – The Bridge of Sleeping Giants
The stairs seemed endless. Down.Down.Down. Kayal ran her fingers along the cold stone wall as she descended. The air smelled damp, like old rain trapped underground. Every step echoed louder than it should have. Tok…Tok…Tok… The sound followed her like a second pair of footsteps. She tried not to think about that. At last, the…
