Callie’s POV
The rain kept falling throughout the night.
Sometimes softly, nothing more than a constant murmur against the windows of the motel lost in the mountains; other times heavier, sliding across the roof with enough force to wake me even through the brutal exhaustion that still clung to me after the black corridor. And yet, it wasn’t the distant thunder or the sound of the damp forest that finally pulled me from sleep close to dawn.
It was the water.
Again.
The black water moving beneath my feet while the symbols burned around the corridor. Those enormous eyes slowly opening beneath the dark surface. The unbearable sensation of something ancient watching me from below while the voices inside my head began overlapping over one another.
“Don’t let them awaken you.”
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