Abyssal Descent

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Harper checked her bearings against the blowing snow and pointed toward the distance.

"It should be that way."

Following her direction, the three girls walked another dozen yards.

Right where the old camp used to sit, the ground had been split clean open like a giant axe had sliced through the earth. A pitch-black rift stretched down into endless darkness.

The canyon