Chapter Twenty-Three

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"Mr. Grey?" Amelia repeated. "Why is his name on the wall? What does he know about?"

"About what happened down here," Nick replied.

"But how could he, of all people, know?" Veronica asked.

Nick rolled his eyes. "I'll ask him whenever I will see him again."

"Do you think... ...do you think he had anything to do with this?" Amelia pointed out.

"Well, we're talking about people who knew they were gonna die," Nick said. "They wrote their names on the wall, and when they ran out of paint, she carved this into the wall with a rock."

"To let those who find them know that Mr. Grey knows what happened," Amelia added.

"But how could he have had anything to do with the collapse of that tunnel?" Veronica thought aloud.

At that moment, Amelia noticed a movement in the corner of her eye. A strange flicker in the light of the torch.

Her heart almost stopped. Veronica sucked the air in sharply.

She saw a red mist streaming into the room through the narrow escape route.

The stench of rotting flesh rose into Amelia's nose. It was stronger than before. She pressed a hand to her mouth to suppress the rising sickness.

And then she heard it. The mist breathed. This time, Amelia was sure.

An even, heavy breathing.

The mist spread out in front of them. In the light of the torches it wavered back and forth. Growing constantly.

Taking up more and more space.

It forced them to retreat. More and more... ...until Amelia's back struck the rough stone wall.

There was nowhere to run.

Now they were trapped.

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