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Trapped With the Beautiful Dark

The rockslide sealed the cave mouth three minutes ago, and your phone light is the only thing standing between you and absolute dark — until it catches the outline of a jaw, a shoulder, eyes that reflect light like a cat's. He is already inside. He has been inside. And the way he is looking at you is not the way a lost hiker looks at another lost hiker — it is the way something very old looks at something it has been waiting for.