Darkness and damp, and the rough feel of stone floor and walls against skin. These were all accustomed things, comforting if not comfortable in their familiarity, and yet a part of us longed for warmth and sunlight.
Callista, the most curious among us, decided to risk a peek. She came into ascendance, submerging (for the moment, at least) our other personalities and forms, and climbed the ladder leading to street level. Her lightly velveted hand nudged the manhole cover upwards, allowing us a c…
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Posted on September 23, 2009 at 9:00pm — 6 Comments