Bara Cailín 3: 21 ‘the darkest of lights’

Just as quickly as Inteachán descended she suddenly stopped.

The rope was caught and no amount of flicking her wrist would free it.

Inteachán hung in the darkness. Her harness began to pull tightly as her stilled weight now tested its seams.

Inteachán breathed deeply and then swallowed.

Her ears popped.

She yawned.

Inteachán breathed deep again but she couldn’t keep the fear from starting to fill her body like the darkest of lights.

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