Prologue

Luke Hammond
Sep 2, 2018 · 2 min read

The blackness of the cavern shone bright, consuming anything and everything that dared invade its border. A crisp, freshness hung in the air; loud silence emphasising the missing signs of life, a dull mustiness making it evident that no moving creature had dared to venture into its bleakness for aeons.

If there was a hell, then it would look something like this; pure nothingness. A prison for the mind, shackles for the body. Survival was impossible.

Paths could not be seen but felt by daggers of rock reaching out to slash your arms. Rooms only identifiable by a slight breeze caressing…

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