My boots splash in the knee-high water, accompanied by the jangling of bejeweled chains. A menagerie of lockets, gleaming brighter than birds of paradise, cuddle against my chest, thumping in time with my heart. These tunnels are open for only a few hours each day, the catacombs inside almost entirely cut off from the outside world, save for the cracks through which my air flows after the tunnels flood. The guards will never find me, and my treasure glitters around me like a dragon’s hoard.









