“Do they have all of our names?” Srina asked.
Minka cast a glance at the wall of gleaming paint swirls and tossed her head wildly. “I don’t know! I don’t --”
“Since this is your nightmare, they probably only have your name,” Dakshana said.
The tunnel went on forever, straight, unbending, with no end in sight.
“It’s not a nightmare,” Minka said. “It was just a story Mother told me. A scary story.”
Dakshana cast her a look. “Then why are we running?”
“Because as I child I believed it would come true, and this place turns our childhood into reality.”
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