Astra bravely ventured forth into the tunnel. There was barely enough
space for her to fit; she couldn't help wondering how she would've managed
if she had been clothed, though clothes would put something between her
wet skin and the cold, rock walls.
Then, there was the ruby in her hand, which she had to remember to put in front of her to be able to see where she was going, where she was putting her hands. How coud hikers manage to do this with lamps? It would be so much easier if the ghost had agreed to help her! As she pushed herself through with difficulty, her thoughts turned to the ghost. Why couldn't the ghost appear for more than a few minutes at a time? Why did it always return to that pool? Would she really be satisfied by having her say the Aquilarian funeral rites in the nude? Would it be easier to bring her bones into the tunnel, or to bring the lover's bones out? Did it matter since either way the ghost's bones would lay beside her lover's? These questions would have to wait, for the tunnel seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. How had the bones gotten all the way over there? "Maybe," she thought as she strained through, "The ghost is of a people that is much smaller than Aqularians, umph. Otherwise, ow, they'd have dug this tunnel a lot, eugh, bigger!" But she wasn't able to go much further, for at that moment,
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