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The feed stabilizes back into the tunnels, amidst a long silence between the four women at the head of the Ebonhand procession.
No answer had come to Solena’s question, and they’d all pressed on without one. As compelled as she was to fill the space between their responses, she resolved to shut her mouth. She’d worn their patience thin, and it was starting to show.
Her stomach churned, and no amount of shifting in her seat would help.
Shortly enough, they all passed the point where they’d run into the dead previously. Scuffs in the dirt marked where Jovis had tripped one, and Wendy had shot another.
Just past that, the strange metallic structure came into view, their flashlights reflecting off a mess of mangled rubble – a lochsled.
Glances and murmurs were exchanged all around as everyone’s lights surveyed the chamber. The tunnel continued winding off in one direction, and disturbed dust indicated this was the direction the dead had gone. There was a pile of rubble along one wall of the chamber, similar to the rock consistency they’d experienced at their own makeshift entrance. This way, however, appeared to be blocked.
There was a fresh layer of disturbed dust and debris, some of which had partially covered the sled.
Solena was the first to flick her light up, following a long trail of thick drag marks on the side of the wall, to an upper chamber. Something the sled had fallen out of? Or…
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