Who isn’t afraid of the dark? Anyone sensible knows you should be. Terah stood frozen. A rabbit caught unawares by a downwind dog. His own hand clapped on his mouth made him miss Mich, the younger, wiser man. He waited, ears straining for approaching feet. Seconds passed. A minute. An infinity. No steps. He weighed his options. Terah couldn’t stand here for the rest of his life. Standing on concrete was uncomfortable enough. He didn’t dare risk the stairs without a light. He’d never be able to find the red trail left by Mich. Reaching out his right hand, he found the wall. This meant the doorway was just a step back, and to his right. As silently as his untrained tread allowed, he took that step. A little grit grind. Stop. No reaction from outsid...
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