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Catacombs: Out for a Stroll

(Read the full story so far here!)

Lydia held the jar in front of her as she walked. The passageway was dark behind her and she hadn’t heard the sniffing and cackling of Gretta for a while. She twisted and turned her way through the tunnels and came across another alcove off the path. She held her breath and listened. She heard nothing. She peeked her head around the corner with her caterlamp in hand.


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