Elinor screamed briefly, and dropped the skull on the ground, backing instinctively against the opposite wall. Her outflung hands touched cold smooth bone that rattled horribly, and as she whirled round, a collection of human bones and skulls clashed together to scatter at her feet on the hard floor of the cave.
Another scream tearing at her throat, she fought her way into the light outside, through the vegetation at the entrance that scratched her face and caught at her clothes like spiteful fingers trying to drag her back to that place of the dead.
As she stumbled down the slope she tripped and fell at the edge of the stream, wetting her skirt, but she picked it up impatiently and began to run along the twisting, hardly discernible path. A thudding noise mingled with her loud, harsh breathing and a huge dark form loomed in front of her. She cried out again with terror, even as she realised that it was a horse.
From Huntersford by Daphne Clair
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