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“D-did you feel that?” she stammered out in a quivering whisper.
“Y-yeah,” I replied. I shifted against the hard stone staircase, one that must have been chiseled by Eric’s hand alone. There was no other way to explain how this small, subterranean world had remained a secret from vandals and storytellers alike. I lay my palm against the cool stone and wondered at his own hand forming the steps one block at a time; how he must have labored, stained in sweat, to produce this wondrous masterpiece of craftsmanship. I shuddered at the thought of his body glistening and shimmering against the light of a candle.
Ashley gave a cry at my side. The lethargy was partly removed from my brain and limbs as she pointed down the steps. “He’s here! Oh god, he’s here!”
My eyes looked eagerly in
