Reklama ir pantomimu teatras

Previously

…"It's pointing to the mill," Thomas said. "The device is guiding us." Eliza felt a chill run down her spine. The beam was like a finger, pointing the way. But it also made them visible to anyone who might be watching. "Let's go," she said, and they hurried down the stairs into the moonlit night. The beam followed them, a silver thread connecting the observatory to the distant hills. And in the shadows behind the gate, a figure watched them leave, then slipped away into the darkness.