"Help! Josh, where are you!" Tristan’s voice cut clearly through the darkness. Josh was frantically reaching out, searching for a hand to hold. He didn’t know where Tristan was and he couldn't bring himself to answer. His throat was bone-dry, and his vision was swallowed by pitch black. Beneath him, the floor felt like cracking stone, twisting into hair-like symbols that chilled him to the bone. "I don't know where you are, Tristan! Just stay put. Don't fall! We’re still on the stage, not the floor," Josh warned. He was terrified that Tristan might stumble and fall straight into the blades of death. "Okay, got it. We should probably just stay still until the lights come back on. Hopefully, Jesus has mercy on us." Tristan was right, but Josh’s hands had just brushed against something hard and moving. His grip tightened instinctively, his muscles locking up because he couldn't tell what he was holding onto. "Josh, is that you? I can feel your hand. You’re really grabbing onto m
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