The chamber palpitated around them, alive in ways that defied sense. The walls palpitated like breathing meat, rising and falling in an implacable meter that resounded through Maya’s bones, through the soles of her bases, through the veritably gist of her cranium. Every palpitation shook the bottom beneath them, forcing her to hold the tablet tighter, as if sheer force of will could keep them from being swallowed whole. Arman sat firmed , knees drawn up to his casket, shaking violently, his wide eyes fixed on the largest shadow, the bone