Eli remembered blood on the fourth step.
The projection had no blood. Pale light formed the stair’s shallow rise and the broken curve of the arch overhead. The resemblance was close enough that his body prepared for a threat his eyes could not find.
Tessa guided him behind a support pillar, where the model remained visible without dominating everything he saw.
“Tell me what’s happening now,” she said.
“I recognize it.”
“The stair?”
“The arch. The split halfway up. There was a room on the right.” He stopped. In the model the right-hand opening led to a narrow passage and a blank wall. “That isn’t where it belongs.”
“Where it was before,” she said quietly.
