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The torch's flame grew dim. They had been navigating the darkened passages for hours, their fire the only light and soon it would extinguish. It seemed they were currently above ground, although it was impossible to be certain. Now would be the best time to re-wrap the torch. He signalled for them to stop, and once everything was prepared, he extinguished the light, plunging them into darkness. He could hear the movements of his friends but see nothing of their actions. As he began to wrap the treated rag a dull illumination grew from the area Chrissie stood. Within her hand she held a card, the light seeming to generate from within. He looked up from the torch, shaking his head in mild amusement.
“This entire place feels wrong,” stated Chrissie, breaking the silence at the exact s
