By Walcot Gitau (Walli) - Grade 8 Blood shadows stretched endlessly across the cold stone of the underworld. Walcott moved with calm precision, every step deliberate, every breath measured. Around him, whispers echoed—fragments of anguish that seemed almost alive. He could not place them at first, only sense their familiar resonance. Later, he would realize the truth: these echoes were fragments of his own fear, his own pain, memories that refused to fade.   He had been he