She Shouldn’t Have Come Here Alone
Whatever it was, it was following her. She was absolutely sure of that now. Serena took stock of her surroundings, as best she could in the fading glow of her flickering torch. How many torches did she have left now? She unslung her pack, rummaging quickly, sucking her breath in horror. She was using the last one. By Mithra, how did I go through them all so quickly? She should never have come down here alone. The torches had come cheaply and now she knew why. Never buy torches for a dozen a copper from a wily dwarf who refuses to look you in the eye. The traveling merchants were the worst. Of course he had conned her with a bundle of torches that burned each for less than an hour. But she had been desperate. She was always desperate. But now, as she eyed the fading torch, watching it burn down to her trembling fingers, she knew what desperation truly was. The catacombs below the city of Northfell were a seemingly endless maze of ancient tunnels. She’d been extr