Latticework Teaser: The Hole
Lattice 13The 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.
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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