Fort Marrok -

"Good," it said. "Then let's go wake the dead."

Elara looked at the key. Looked at the well. Thought of the photograph on her mantel—the man in the faded uniform, the one who had walked into the fort seventeen years ago and never walked out. fort marrok

Elara had lived at Fort Marrok for seven years. She had mapped every tunnel, every hidden cistern, every root-cellar and forgotten magazine. She had never seen that door. "Good," it said