Updated: Dec 2, 2019
by BELLA CLARK - October 7, 2019
Icy shivers crawl up my spine as I dive into this haunting expedition of secrets.
What was once tantalizing is now a frigid labyrinth.
See this is where iron-sheathed instruments meet delicate glass.
No one is spared when skeletons open cracks in the foundation.
Yet as I fall down with little possibility of eluding what lies before me,
I am unusually calm as the cracks close behind me.
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