Chapter 16 – Part 17


John stared at it intently and popped his knuckles. “Excellent,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

“Move it!” Jennifer shoved the others roughly. They shuffled toward Mark, wearily.

John turned and looked at Mark right in the eye. “You,” he commanded, “are going first. No tricks. Or the deal about your little friends is off. Do I make myself clear?”

Mark nodded, too scared to speak. Then, as if some invisible force from the passage had willed his legs to move, he walked forward and into the darkness.


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