Fates entwined are not fates trapped. Sometimes, the tunnel is just the beginning.
Not the wooden supports—those had held. It was the earth itself , heavy with spring rain, deciding to settle. A cascade of mud and rock sealed the tunnel behind them. Ahead, only a whisper of moving air promised open ground. tunnel escape fates entwined
They had been each other’s phantom accuser—names on a false document, forged by a magistrate who needed two scapegoats. The fates that had condemned them separately had just forced them to crawl through the same narrow dark. They didn’t part ways at the river. They didn’t draw knives. Fates entwined are not fates trapped