Now there was only the dark.
“Next time,” he agreed, “I’m staying home.”
“I can’t.” She nodded toward the far wall. The phosphorescent thing had arrived, its glow spilling across the chamber. And there, carved into the stone, was an inscription:
Now there was only the dark.
“Next time,” he agreed, “I’m staying home.” Into pitch black
“I can’t.” She nodded toward the far wall. The phosphorescent thing had arrived, its glow spilling across the chamber. And there, carved into the stone, was an inscription: Now there was only the dark