Bara Cailín 4: 2 ‘the lap of a tiny wave’

Inteachán woke. She was wet and cold.

What had happened?

She remembered cutting the rope.

The sudden surge as gravity gripped and ripped her downwards.

Possibly a scream? It all happened so fast.

Inteachán tried to move. Her legs were heavy. Her arms ached terribly. As she rolled onto her side Inteachán felt the lap of a tiny wave. Her fingers felt wet, slimy rock in the darkness. Instinct told her to keep moving and Inteachán crawled carefully forward until she was lying on dry stone.

Looking behind her Inteachán saw the faintest of light barely sparkling on the surface of an enormous underground lake.

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