All the blades were painted to match the handle. Even as her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the pitch black chrysalis that currently constrained her, she couldn’t discern the difference between a thousand knives pointing at her and the one handle she was supposed to grab. She was standing at the front of a long hallway with no light coming from anywhere, no door or window and no choice but to feel her way out.

 

“The Woman Who Walked The Hallways”

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