“Thalia? What are you doing?” Clio wiggled closer to the secret passage, whispering loudly. “It’s my turn.”
Her twin squeaked. “Coming!” Thalia shot out of the hole far faster than she’d gone in. “All yours. Enjoy.” She pressed the flashlight in Clio’s hand.
Well now, she had to go. Clio slipped through the tiny door, shining her light over the passage.
A face looked back at her. Clio swallowed her own squeak and continued moving the beam. Face after face… “Death masks…” Nothing terrifying.
Until her light settled on a face more like her own than even her twin’s visage.
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