Chapter 3 The drop hurt like hell. Alice landed on a patch of roots and dirt. She clutched the tender part of her waist that had hit a large tree root. There would be a bruise there for days. Standing up in this dark area, she took a damage report, patting herself down. A bruised hip and a bit of a scratched hand. Her dress was dirty, but had survived the fall. She straightened her hair. Where was she? The dirty brick walls were just a dark, hollow cylinder straight up. Alice knew this place. It was the estate’s old well, forgotten and left for nature to reclaim. Something moved on the walls. She froze. If she didn’t know any better she’d say it was a naked man that went through an imperceptible doorway. A man down here? It made no sense. Alice reached out to find the wall and feel if it led to a doorway. Her hands landed on skin. “Oh!” She yanked back her hands. “Sorry!” She waited for a response, but there was none. Was there really someone there? Instead of reaching her hands out again, she shifted closer, ready to delicately nudge against whatever or whoever it was with her shoulder.
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