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Friday, September 10, 2010

The Otherworld

It was weeks before Finna and Elena arrived at the tunnels that made the boundary between the two worlds. As they climbed the path to the cave mouth, an icy wind came up, blowing bits of dirt and pebbles against their faces. Was this an omen? Finna wondered, as she reluctantly followed her mother into the darkness.

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