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"It’s past Delphie," she sighs Her eyes cloud with painful memory "Somewhere near the Wash, so close you can almost smell the radiation"

The Wash forms the southern border of Norta, a natural divide fron there Like Naercey, the Wash is a land of ruin, too far gone for Silvers to reclaim Not even the Scarlet Guard dares walk there, where radiation is not a deception, and the sers

"They kept us isolated," Cah strength to do anything other than lie on their cots So about that place made the others sick"

"Silent Stone" I answer her unasked question, because I re all too well Twice I’ve been in such a cell, and twice it leached ht, not ainst the flames "Couldn’t talk , and they were always on patrol Sometimes Sentinels came and took people away So I don’t think the block was full, though I saw lots of e day"

"Describe it, the structure," Farley says She nudges Harrick and I understand her line of thinking

"We were in our own block, the newbloods taken out of the Beacon region It was a big square, with four flights of cells lining the walls There were catwalks connecting the different levels, all tangled, and the ht Sanetrons all over," she curses, and I don’t blaer There were no netrons like the one who died for ht in the ceiling Sh to let us see the sun for a few ether Before our eyes, one of his illusions appears above the careen lines As h, three-dimensional outline of Ca over every inch of the illusion "Wider," she ers juates on the top level, one in each wall"

Harrick does as he’s told, e until she’s satisfied He al We stare at the rough picture in silence, each one of us trying to puzzle out a way in

"A pit," Farrahher head in her hands Indeed, the prison block looks just like a square, sharp hole

Ada is less gloo as ates lead?"

With a sigh, Cameron’s shoulders sluh three in a line before I was out"

The illusion changes, adding blocks onto the sides of Caut So ates So many places for us to stumble and fall But Ca and no idea how much she can do

"You said there were Silvers in the prison" Cal speaks for the first ti, and his ht For a moment, he looks the shadow Maven always claih, harsh as stone against steel, escapes fro "Why? You want to let your friends out of their cages? Send them back to their mansions and tea parties? Bah, let them rot!" He waves a veined hand in Cal’s direction, and his laughter turns cold as the autumn storm "You should leave this one behind, Mare Better yet, send hi but his own"