Deeply unsettled Connie had hoped that Miss Cramming's expertise might enlighten them of the situation a little more but instead she felt a creep of dread in the pit of her stomach. A tomb. They were standing in a tomb, or at least a remarkable facsimile of one and she didn't especially fancy the idea of any of the paths, but they clearly had no choice.

She cast a suspicious glance towards the rightward path.

"Whatever did this probably gave us a choice for a reason. Logically wouldn't she or whatever it is hide themselves in the one we were least likely to choose? The most off-putting path?"

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MJ made me beautiful