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The lantern light blinked. The moisture of the underground corridor stuck to the skin like an alien, heavy sweat. The walls were covered with dark spots and claw marks. No animals. Human As if something - or someone - had tried to scratch reality to get out of there. The air smelled of iron, dust and something more ... more denser. As if the...Read more