DEATH IN A GREEK LABYRINTH - Project Gutenberg

The room was black now, its silence deep as a tomb. Then the gun flamed once more, and again, the two rounds ricocheting off the ancient walls somewhere around them. After that, silence returned, no sound except for the heave of breathing, whose he wasn't sure. As he reached to quiet her, she whispered. "Michael, they want me." She tried to ... ................
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