The rickshaw driver, who had seen nothing, turned around. “Where to, sir?”
Usha finally met his eyes. Hers were the color of old monsoon clouds. “The location of the final moon rock. Not the one in the museums. The real one. The one that fell the night the last Chand kings were betrayed. It holds the frequency to open the Naga tunnels.” Download -18 - Harry Ushaprabha And Chand
“Too late,” Usha said, snapping the lockbox open. Inside wasn't a drive or a crystal. It was a small, humming shard of absolute darkness. “The file isn't data. It’s a memory. My memory of the betrayal. To download it, you have to relive it.” The rickshaw driver, who had seen nothing, turned around
Harry scrambled. “Abort?”
“The tunnels,” he said. “And don’t check the temperature.” “The location of the final moon rock
The void construct froze. Chand tilted his head, confused. Harry’s eyes were now two mirrors reflecting a shattered moon.