The Endless Balance of an Ancient Sorrow Volume 2 Chapter 5 and Conclussion Into the Tunnels, Without a Map, With Only Belief and a Bad Idea
INTERLUDE 3 Kamis sat curled in the back of a crumbling kitchen inside one of his old hideouts deep in the slums—head in his hands, fingers trembling. He was rattled. Scared. No plan. No backup. He’d seen the news bulletin. Eleven boys missing. He only knew about the last two. The ones he’d… helped with. And now he wanted to throw up. “I didn’t sign up for this ,” he muttered, rocking slowly. “I didn’t know . I just wanted a payday…” Flipping burgers. Getting screamed at by managers and customers like some nameless cog in a grease pit—that’s what he’d been running from. He wanted out . He never wanted this. And now it was too late. Either the cops locked him up for aiding a maniac, or Jilough found him and put a bullet between his EYEs. Kamis tensed. He couldn’t go out like this. Then he heard it. The low rumble of a van pulling in outside. Then the voice. “ K...