Handy hurried through the sluice tunnels, guided by the glowing blue flame. The twisting turns, sharp inclines, and the overall maze-like structure led him to believe that this had to be more than some odiously complex sewer, despite whatever ungodly substances he had rather not imagine he’d stepped in. Whatever it was intended to be, no one else was down here, and he could walk reasonably comfortably. That was good enough for him.