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The tomb was dark, the only light coming from Ryland’s quickly dying torch. Mel didn’t like it. Something was wrong, the hairs on the back of her neck were on edge. Gripping the dagger tighter in her hand she stepped forward into the darkness careful to make sure her footfalls didn’t make a sound. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw it, the pinprick of reflected light…eyes. Turning she thre…
