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Kerina
Inside the underground labyrinth, there seems to be no order to the laneway of passages and rooms that have been built within it. People are gathered near the front entrance, watching the newly arrived visitors with interest. I follow behind Ryen. Some parts of the cave are so low that even I have to duck. I turn back to see how Saxon and Elgee are coping. Both are nearly doubled over.
Voices travel down the hallway, and soon our group emerges into a common area. It’s a surprisingly large space filled with people. The first thing I notice are the marks around their necks. People once wore these inked drawings on their skins with pride. Some covered a small part of their body, others entire parts of skin.
The tattoos mark their neck like a necklace surrounding the décolletage.
