Chapter 45: Dead Ends

Yellow sunshine began to creep slowly into the Dry Works, dripping down the wall like honey. Like a flower blooming out of the darkness, the face of the sun began to rise above the rim of the canals.

Vix felt its warmth touch her skin, chasing the chill away. The derelict wrecks of old ships, looking like old ghosts in the shadows, were revealed for what they really were. The sad piles of rubble seemed to shrink in the light, as though they did not want to be seen.

With the sun warming her back, Vix increased her pace. The Dry Works were almost bearable like this. For at least an hour or more, she would not have to worry about any half-seen shadows lurking in the corner of her eye. She was able to make good time, nearly jogging as she moved through the canals.

But her good mood did not last for long. ‘I’ve been this way, already,’ she thought, heart sinking as she looked around her surroundings. ‘Yes, I’m sure of it. Twice, at least.’