~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~
About three meters to the left and barely a meter from the ceiling, one stone in the wall shown smoother than the others. Like it had been touched more than the others. He probably wouldn’t have noticed it if he hadn’t been looking.
With a grin, he pressed on the stone, heart pounding with impending excitement. The stone moved silently, sliding inward then the unseen door opened with a pop–just enough Gil could grab the edge and pull it outward where it pivoted on one corner, opening farther. He peered into the pitch darkness, a memory pushing forward of Tarvek lightening a candle near a secret passageway.