Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/18/en

Thomas remembered himself. He raised his camera, and a flash filled the hall. His photo opportunity had become a mystery, but it all felt like adventure to him. The squeak of his boots filled the hall. He left behind a few footprints, his first uncertain steps out of the door, then his turn to the right, each step fainter as his shoes’ soles were scrubbed down to clean black rubber.