Rather than checking the next niche, she selects one at random, moving across the stone and through the swirling, rising mists. More scraping and scuttling is audible, echoing in the hollow catacombs.
Harrow kneels at the next niche. "Perhaps many more than one."
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Rather than checking the next niche, she selects one at random, moving across the stone and through the swirling, rising mists. More scraping and scuttling is audible, echoing in the hollow catacombs.
Harrow kneels at the next niche. "Perhaps many more than one."