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Caves Breath
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Torchlight slowly turns the darkness back, Ink sludge black becomes a weakened grey. The throat shaped cavern gives an almost undetectable shudder, a slight seize, a subtle cough. The rock walls slowly flex and stretch, testing boundaries they sink back inwards. Passage ways constrict and curve, buckling and bracing in twists and turns. A gentle sigh whistles through the caves.
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