Ankyra Sound you and me, we got something to lose.

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'you are lost, little girl.' the spectre hovered above a pair of bright eyes, bemused by the gust of strong life that had come to her little world. the owner of such emblematic yellow eyes peered back, a haughty stomp of her foot issued in rejoinder. 'i am not lost! i be esploring.'

on the child went, upending everything in her path. caiaphas marveled, wordlessly setting each displaced item back in its former orientation. she shuddered to see the dust collected on some of these items.

how long?

now her charge came to a halt, where the tunnel turned into an atrium; the beating heart of caiaphas' very lair.

'go on,' she urged to her little explorer.

'i won't let anything happen to you.'

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