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Wilt drifted through the narrow passage, one hand stretched out before him, the other trailing along the cold stone wall to his side. Vargul had disappeared around a bend in the tunnel ahead, and the last torch they had passed was also hidden behind a curve, so that as he walked he was swallowed by an almost complete darkness. He leaned forward, almost tripping over himself, until he realised that the slope of the ground had changed and they were heading deeper underground.
This feels familiar.
I know what you mean.
The passage was very much like the one he and Petron had taken into the Sisters’ lair in Redmondis. It wasn’t just the confines of the tunnel or the dim light; it was something deeper, a lack of control, of surrendering to a power greater than himself
I was thinking mor
