Lattice 13
The Hole
Merry
stomped her foot, hard, finally at the end of patience. “Don’t you dare! What
kind of grandmother beats ... what?”
The cane
had frozen and blue eyes revealed only alarm.
“Don’t
move,” her grandmother whispered.
There was
no time to ask why, there was no time to move either, for the earth gave way
with a great sucking sound and Merry, her grandmother, the cane and rucksack
fell ... into darkness.
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