Dark Water
"But it gets a soul. What more does the damned thing want?"
A cold wind swept through the room, rustling the pages of his books and, had he not be quick to grab them, would have sent his charts flying.
The smell of sulphur touched the air, combined with an undertone of burnt ash, carried with a frail mist.
'Whoever digs a pit can fall into it. Whoever rolls a large stone can be crushed by it...' A voice hissed, unheard by any other than Nathaniel.
His throat became tight, as if a hand clawed at his windpipe, constricting it and forcing his heart to work harder to pump the vital oxygen.
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