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... omehow more... something. More beautiful. More terrifying.
It was a bit different though, somehow.
She stood on what felt like the ocean floor, except there was no crushing pressure, no drowning. Just water all around them, suspended like glass walls. Fish swam by, giving her side-eye before darting away.
[Back to this wet hellhole again. At least I know what to expect this time.]
Last time she’d been here hadn’t gone... too well. Not Grace’s finest hour.
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