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They turned back, retracing their steps. Past the Tome Home, past the little shop where Liv had traded in a regret for a necklace. Back towards the hallway, where it had first looked all bright and colorful and shiny, where it now looked covered in cobwebs, grey, and awful. Back through the narrow door and into a cold concrete hallway, covered in pipes.
They were all holding their breath. They were moving slowly, as if they were afraid what they would see. She was holding on to both Liv’s hands tightly. She didn’t want to lose either of them. She didn’t want to know what happened if they got split up here, here where it had all began. Continue reading