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Smuggling from the Catacombs

The police lined us up in the pitch black tunnel. Their headlamps flicked around as they gave their orders in French. We were getting searched.

They went up the line searching my friends. First they were patted down, and then their bags were sifted through. Nothing to worry about, as they had nothing to hide.

I was next. I did have something to worry about. Inside my bag, right near the top, were human bones.

Memento Mori -- Indeed


Is my wrist broken? No.

Am I sure?

Pretty sure.

I analyze damn near everything anyways, and this one is going to get more than normal amounts of analysis. I replay the scene in my head –


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