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The Cave
The cave was wide, about fifteen feet across, and unnaturally smooth, the floor rising slowly on either side in an exact mirror of the ceiling's downward arc, forming a perfect oval, or near enough.
This was certainly made by a man; even running water could not have made the floor, ceiling, and walls so smooth, yet at the same time keep enough texture to the stone that Julian never once felt as though he was in danger of losing his footing.
"This gives me the creeps," Jared said after they had gone a couple dozen paces and yet somehow found the light undiminished despite their distance from the entrance and the lack of any obvious source of illumination.
Julian snorted. "Not sure why, after everything else we've gone through." He glanced back at the entrance, behind and
