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Catacombs: the fall


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Lydia yelped as she fell. She landed on something squishy and soft. It smelled funny. She wished she could see everything more clearly, but it was just too dark.

Gretta dropped down beside her and traced the ring they had made in the opposite direction. The hole above them disappeared.

“That’s better, for now,” Gretta said, “Hungry?”

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