“At least I have my own voice to keep my company…”
That did not comfort her at all. She imagined herself standing in a cavernous space, unable to see more than a foot or two ahead. Every time she yelled out to see if someone was there, she was a variation of her voice echoing back… twisted and taunting…
“No.” Clara said. “Enough is enough.”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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