Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Dedication
- About the Author
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Acknowledgments
He poked his head over the railing as far as he could reasonably manage and looked left and right. The waterway carried on as far as he could see both ways. This was just what he had expected when he had heard of the cut-throughs where panicked people could be rescued from the claustrophobic confines of Standedge.
And Robin could kind of understand why someone would panic. In comparison to the large and empty railway tunnel, the canal tunnel was tiny. There was no space beside the canal at all, and it looked barely high enough to be able to fit a boat through. It had to be a surreal experience, being so hemmed in to your surroundings. Robin couldn’t see why anyone would willingly want to travel through it.
He turned away from the canal and went back into the railway tunnel, the flashlight bouncing light off the far wall. Something flashed.
Robin thought he had imagined it at first, but on another pass, he saw it. There was something almost reflective in the wall. He went over to it and saw that there was a piece of blue tarpaulin slick with water. He reached out to touch it, expecting to press his hand against it. But his hand kept going, pushing it. The tarpaulin was covering something.
He wrenched the tarp aside.
Two sheets of metal were resting in a gap in the wall. They looked like they were painted some kind of red, but they had been dulled as though they had rusted. The two pieces came together as though they were doors. Robin almost had the urge to reach out and knock, but instead he ran his finger over the metal. There was something odd about the left sheet of metal and he had to reposition his torch to see what had caught his eye. But finally he saw.
The entire left sheet of metal had small holes all over its surface. And there seemed to be another sheet behind it that closed the holes. He reached out and pulled the sheet of metal back. It swung open like a door. There was a slider on the other side—he pushed it and the slats opened so he could see through the holes.
He didn’t know what it was, but it was hardly important. Instead he shone the torch beyond the door.