Deeper - Kenna James - Choose Your Trial -21.12... -

Kenna stepped backward, through the door.

She opened it.

The Coil pulsed: a path of endless, fractal stairs descending into madness. The Chalice: a hall of mirrors where every reflection showed a different past. The Blade: a corridor of silent, shadowy combat. Deeper - Kenna James - Choose Your Trial -21.12...

“Choose your trial,” a voice whispered, not from the walls, but from inside her own skull. It was the voice of the Deeper—the ancient sentinel that guarded the sub-levels of the Archive. Kenna hadn’t come for treasure. She’d come for a truth buried twenty-one years, twelve months ago. 21.12. The date her mother had vanished. Kenna stepped backward, through the door

“Good girl,” her mother said, smiling. “The deepest place isn’t down. It’s the courage to return.” Kenna stepped backward