The Box of Paradox
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Last published Mon, Mar 30, 2020
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" She asked for what was probably the fifth time. I shifted my weight to look down the rather large crack that led into what seemed to be a tunnel.
I looked over my shoulder at Oz, "Did you know there was a tunnel in the school?" I questioned. He peered over the top of my head, looking at the tunnel creeping below our feet.
"No." He responded.
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