CHAPTER 11

Without another word, they continued down the narrow staircase until they reached a point about halfway to the bottom. There, they turned off to the side, following a thin trail that wasn't paved like the rest of the city, which led to a sharp cliff that overlooked much of the Underland from above. Damon slowed when they reached row after row of small mounds of dirt with intricately carved wooden doors covering them all.

To Scar's surprise, there were fresh flowers placed atop some of them, and lit candles flickered from atop wax-covered headstones.

"Are these ... graves?" she whispered, taking in all the markers.

Damon nodded solemnly and gestured for her to follow him as he made his way toward one grave in particular that had been adorned with many more flowers than any other marker. Most were withered and old, the leaves and petals little more than paper, but whoever had been put to rest here, they were surely loved. The door above the grave was weathered and c