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I move around the offending stalactite and keep walking,
stooping just in case.
After just a few minutes I come out of the tunnel.
Kabillions
of crusty-clawed crawfish in that
Bulstrode River!
The tunnel has led me into an immense underground
opening! A chamber!
I have no idea how long I stand there, staring into the
chamber. I might still be there if I hadn’t heard a
quivering
voice behind me.
Where are
we?
