The envelope contained a map with one floor missing.
I turned it over. Nothing on the back except a reference and the instruction to attend the faculty briefing if I wanted to be considered.
Eligibility was doing a great deal of work for a word which promised nothing.
Ren's wooden wedge held the map at a comfortable angle while I compared it with the smaller plan attached to the letter. The familiar trial passages occupied the top half. Below them, a marked stair ended at a heavy line. Restricted access. Survey details supplied at briefing.
I knew the broad shape of the place beneath that line.
In the game, Cedric entered a lower trial route under arrangements which looked legitimate until getting out became the problem. The details changed across the fragments I remembered. The lethal ending did not.
Slot twenty.
