Chamber Seven
The natural alcove was exactly where I had placed it.
I know how that sounds. But after five months of living inside a world I had half-built from a writing desk, there was still something specifically strange about seeing a thing I had written and finding it exactly as I had written it.
The alcove was in the left wall of the northeast corridor, sixty meters before the junction approach to Chamber Seven — a natural depression in the Foundation stone, shin-height gap, unremarkable in the way of geological features that are not meant to be noticed.
The cache inside was equally unremarkable.
