and cold, slimy hands grasping at his legs. He wanted to kick them away, but he had to keep going. When he tried to breathe, he couldn’t. It was like there was no air in the cave. This is all an illusion…part of the Rites. He controlled his desire to gasp like a fish caught out of water. After he pictured the morning sun rising over the desert, the vision calmed him, and he took deeper breaths. Around a curved corner came the glimmer of an eerie green light. Talis stopped, his legs refusing to take another step. His blood thumped hard through his temples. Two ghostly-green, glowing orbs
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