Undercity

Sophia strode through the park with purpose and I struggled to keep up with her.

When I had been human I hadn’t spent much if any time at the park, but walking through it now with the sun beginning its descent into the evening I found myself wishing that I had.

It was a beautiful location, running alongside the River Thames itself, one of the rare few big green areas in the city of London.

The location we were headed toward was the Old English Garden, a sort of park within a park.

Where most of the park was wide open green spaces that were curated but mainly left to nature, the Old English Garden was a heavily looked-after space with a small podium at its centre.

And everything about it felt… off.

Clearly, the other people who were walking through the garden didn’t feel anything, it was likely only because I was an Immateria now, but I could intensely feel that something was strange about the podium and the sculpture on the top of it.

“That’s the entranceway,” Sophia said, as i
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