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Catacombs: Out of Breath

(Catch up on the full story so far here!) 

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Lydia picked up her speed as quietly as she could. She clutched the apron pockets to keep the jars from rattling. She jogged until she could no longer hear Gretta’s cursing and jogged some minutes more until she found an empty alcove. She sat and slowed her breathing. She listened. She heard nothing.

 

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