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Catacombs: A Glimpse

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Lydia saw Gretta’s shape shuffle around the room making wild gestures until some stones in the ceiling began to glow. She could finally get a good look at Gretta. Her skin was shockingly pale compared to Lydia’s hazelnut complexion. Her hair looked like bleached straw falling over itself while Lydia’s jet-black hair was firmly knotted into place and out of the way. Gretta looked ancient while Lydia was only fourteen.

What was most disturbing was Gretta’s eyes; or where they should have been. Skin had painfully stretched itself over her sockets, threatening to tear apart at any moment.

“Is that better?” Gretta asked.


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