Catacombs

Catacombs: Drips from the Ceiling to Make Your Tea

The mushrooms slowly righted themselves from the rat’s sudden weight. It made their shadows dance on the cavern’s walls. As her eyes adjusted, she saw a pool of water that rippled every time a drip fell from the ceiling. As hard as she could squint, she could not see more than five feet above her. The glow just wouldn’t reach. She emptied the rest of the walnuts into her pocket and filled the jar with water. She moved to take a drink and received a nip on the hand from her ratty friend. She scolded him and moved to drink again.

“OUCH. Alright, you pest!” She screwed the lid back on and returned the jar to her pocket.

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