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In her dreams, Matilda Fox was being chased through a labyrinth of tunnels, and although she could not see her pursuer, she knew exactly what it was.
The tunnels were dark, almost pitch, and Matilda had to trust wherever she placed each foot that there would be some solid ground beneath to support her.
The creature roared its frustration at not being able to locate her. The sound echoed throughout the tunnels, and made her redouble her efforts.
She knew there was no escape.
She had been here before.
At each turn and bend Matilda could feel herself heading deeper underground, minimising any chance she might have of escape.
The only entrance was far behind her now.
That was where the creature had dragged her in from the beach.
She could still smell the awful stench of his body od
