Sepulcher blues

Dyvia looked back at the Sepulcher in panic.
"Would we be able to pass back through? Don't we die if our bodies are killed?"
She was about to run back when a withered hand stopped her. Kespin laughed and gave her a merry smile.
"Fear not short one. They fear and revere one of us. We will not be harmed."
Still not convinced, she first looked at Eric, who's piercing blue and gray eyes unsettled her, then looked to Balar.
"Are we really just leaving our bodies at the mercy of strangers?"

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