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Catacombs: Packing

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Lydia grabbed a couple of empty jars and one that was filled with what looked like dried fruit. There were other oddities but she didn’t dare take anything that she couldn’t identify. The jerky was tempting, but she didn’t want to chance it being made from Stew or Sandra or some other poor person who had fallen into Gretta’s clutches.

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