[Pal falls for what feels like an awfully long time, landing with an oof of his own beside Cecelia. Well, at least they didn’t land on top of each other this time. He blinks a few times as his eyes adjust to the dim light, and he focuses on the foot-high letters written on the wall in front of them.]
Climb?
[A rivulet of blood slides down the wall from the C, and then another, and another]
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Climb?
[A rivulet of blood slides down the wall from the C, and then another, and another]