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Hazel let herself be guided to her feet, though she felt color rise to her face. "Thank you," she muttered, though she nudged her shoulder at Mr. Morris so she was let free. She forced her tears to stop, even when she noticed a black dusty mark covering the side of her dress when she'd fallen. Hazel wiped it off regretfully.
She was an Edgar. She was not weak. She had to stay strong and get out of this place, whatever it was.

"Right. Er..." she paused, out of words, before she inhaled and tried again. "We've got to keep moving. Maybe find some .. candles or something." The hallway in front of her seemed endless. She looked back at Alan. "Talk to me. Tell me about yourself," she said, trying to distract herself from the darkness and impossibility of it all.