Lion's Den
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Complete Fri, Nov 2, 2018<5 mins
As she walks into the Lion's den, she wonders how she got here. Staring into the darkness she travels into, she contemplates the death that lay awake, waiting for her in the depths of the murky black. Would it be quick? Long and painful? How sharp would the Prodigium's nails be? Would the claws slip through her skin, or would they slice through her like wax? Or perhaps, would it be teeth that would greet her at death's doorstep? The temperature rises as she ventures into the cave her family has sent her into.
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