The Mad Tunnel

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Amora stopped walking and stared ahead into the darkness.  “How did you find it?”

Phoebe glanced from her to the tunnel ahead of them.  It was still full daylight, but her sight could not penetrate the shadows within.  She had expected more overgrowth—vines snaking up from the sides of the tunnel’s arch, weeds bursting from cracks in the crumbling concrete of the road that once led into the tunnel.  She had expected rotting wooden boards blocking the tunnel. Continue reading