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CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER SEVEN “Phoenix?” Brynn sounded a lot younger all of a sudden. His small hand crept into Phoenix’s and held on. Phoenix squeezed back and took a long, slow breath. His own heart raced at a million miles an hour. He strained to hear the slightest sound over the thumping of his own blood. “It’s ok. We’re just stuck in a dark prison – again. What is this, the third or fourth time now?” He tried to make a joke of it and heard Brynn’s weak laugh. “We just need to keep our heads and think. What can we make light with?” Brynn let go and Phoenix heard him scrabbling around on the ground at their feet. After a moment, there came a dull clunk. Brynn swore inventively but kept moving. Next the boy grunted in satisfaction and Phoenix heard a sharp, brittle sound like dry branch
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