The narrow passage was a suffocating void, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of decay. Nathan held Scarlett's hand tightly, guiding her through the darkness as their hurried steps echoed around them. Every sound—the shuffle of a rat, the distant creak of the crumbling toads—felt amplified.
Behind them, inaudible shouts and the distant thud of boots on stone reminded them of the danger. Grayson's men were close, their relentless pursuit like a noose tightening around Nathan and Scarlett.
Nathan's voice broke the oppressive silence.
"There should be an exit ahead. Kieran said the tunnel leads to the old mill."
Scarlett's fingers tightened around his.
"And what happens if they're already waiting for us there?" Scarlett asked.
Nathan glanced back; his silhouette barely visible.
"Then we improvise."
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