If you like music, try "Ain't No Grave" by Hidden Citizens and Adam Christopher. It's what I was listening to while writing!
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AARYN
One step, and he was in.
The smell was the first thing that hit him—dark, dusty death and decay. As if many things had died here and been left to rot and dessicate… until the very dust under their feet was made of the dead.
Aaryn shuddered.
They stood just inside the portal, Gar directly behind him, one hand on his shoulder—a contact that they wouldn't break until they made it through. Aaryn listened, but the soft pat, pat, pat of his blood dripping off his finger was the only sound outside of his own breathing.
