KellaWhen she reached the end of the sewer pipe, Kella fell out onto the floor in a foul puddle of dark, oily liquids and decaying fleshy lumps that she tried not to look at too closely. Slowly, painfully, she rolled out of the puddle and crawled up out of the trench of waste water flowing out of the cellar. The chamber was cold and dark, filled with large shadowy shapes, many shrouded in dusty sheets and spider’s lace. With stiff, trembling hands, she pulled off her stinking coat and let it fall to the floor in a wet tangle.Every tiny unhealed cut and every tiny fresh stitch was burning and aching, sending shivers through her skin and begging her muscles to shudder, fade, and fail. With heavy feet, she trudged up the cellar steps and crept out into an empty hallway. She paused to listen, but heard nothing. She sniffed and caught the scent of something that didn’t stink like a sewer, and she followed the smell down the hall to another deserted room. The laundry.Moments later all of her clothing was rolled into a smelly ball and shoved under a barrel in the back corner, and Kella stepped back out into the hall wearing a light green dress and a pale gray cloak.
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