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... pinned above her head, wrists scraped raw from the rope that bound her to the wooden post. Cold soil filled her boots, and something small and sharp crawled down the back of her neck.
Around her: darkness. The smell of rot. Damp, enclosed space.
Then—chanting. Muffled, rhythmic. Just above her.
She was underground.
Buried alive.
She screamed, but the sound bounced back at her. Muffled by the dirt-packed ceiling of the pit. She tried to kick, but her feet ...
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