Chapter 28Lyne pressed a hand to a stitch in her side, and stumbled on, kept upright only by Frederick’s hand clutching hers. The ground was damp and slimy, but level on the paths that Frederick found. Their feet slapped and sloshed on the wet rock.
“In here.” He stuffed them into a narrow passage and propelled them along a new tunnel, sloping upwards.
Frederick’s fingers, wrapped tightly about hers, made a warm and dry centre in a world reduced to wet and dark and noise.
They must have been inside the caverns for hours already. Daylight might even have come outside, though no light penetrated the thick rock and undersea gloom. All phosphorescence had been overtaken by inky black, and she could no longer separate shadow from reality, but slipped and slid blindly behind Frederick.
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