“Hello?” Clara called out.
A response came from the depths of this chamber. It sounded like waves washing up on the beach. Confined by the walls, the water pushed through the doorway and pinned her against the wall.
Clara was immediately submerged, and the weight of the backpack complicated matters. She released the quick snaps on her shoulders and left it behind. As she was about to push herself up, a pair of spectral hands reached down through the surface to hold her down. Whoever this was, they are seriously pissed off!
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