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After several minutes and a few shocks to her fingertips, Lydia gathered ten caterpillars and several clumps of moss in the jar. They emitted a brighter blue glow. It was bright enough, she could see a few paces in front of her and study the walls. She didn’t feel she was far enough away from Gretta to make herself comfortable just yet. Then again, she wasn’t sure she would ever be comfortable in the catacombs. Not after the stories she grew up with.