Cross
“He’d go to the opening that was fifty yards to the east and come out. He’d sneak up on them and take them out one at a time.
Yeah, not a very fancy plan, but what options did he have?
Light shone through the tiny opening indicating that he was almost at the end. He’d reached the end of the tunnel systems at the northwest entrance. All told, there were twenty entrances scattered around the mountain. Some were disguised as caves, some were hidden behind waterfalls, others were tucked into tree trunks. Grant’s grandfather hadn’t left anything to chance.
He listened at the exit before parting the vines in the old tree’s trunk. The tunnel’s entrance had been dug and carved out of the ancient’s tree’s body. Just above it, before he exited, he saw the symbol. It was over every tunnel entrance, a prayer of protection. This was what Cross had been told, long ago when he was a teen. Long before he took the steps to secure this property as his own, he’d felt the power of that prayer.
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