Catacombs

Catacombs: A Choice

She stood up, straightened her apron, and nestled the rat back into its pocket. Clutching the faint jar in one hand and touching the wall with the other, she walked away from the claw marks.

She walked for what seemed like hours, but it could have been only minutes. She stopped when her hand found a corner of the wall that was leading her.

After a slow, careful inspection, she discovered a wall in front of her, and a passageway to her right and left.

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