Catacombs

Catacombs: Snap Back

“Ow!” she hissed. The rat had bitten her finger, “not getting enough attention, I suppose.”

Whatever was following her seemed to be gone.

She brushed her tears away, scratched the rat’s head, and picked up the fading jar. It was full of faintly glowing chrysalises. While she would have liked more light, there was no going back for a caterpillar refill.

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