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Catacombs: Never Go That Way

She looked into the passageway and saw clawed footprints heading towards Gretta’s. She shivered and turned back to see the rat on its haunches sniffing at her apron. She handed it one more walnut and scooped it into one of the pockets.

It nestled in among the jars.

“Right,” Lydia took a deep breath and headed the opposite direction of the footprints.

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