Olivia
The echo of my own footfalls seemed magnified in the otherwise silent darkness of the mine. The solitary beam from my lantern danced around, casting long, eerie shadows on the jagged walls. Every small sound I made seemed to bounce back at me, filling the tunnel with whispers.
Suddenly, I stopped. There it was again—a voice, soft and distant, calling out my name. The strangest thing about it was its familiarity, sending a shiver down my spine. I tried to rationalize it away, blaming the mine’s acoustics for playing tricks on my mind.
Whipping around, I swung the flashlight around the room and saw that there was nothing there. Just another trick of the mines, my ears playing pranks on me. I shook my head, dropping the cut end of the rope from my hand.
The diamond wa
