First there had been the lift, then the stairs, old, rough-hewn stone, now the corridor flagged in stone, leading even further down into the earth. There would be a new world at the end, he told himself, perhaps even an old world, full of magic and mystery. His feet rang and echoed hollowly in the silence. The light was subdued, falling from sconces at roof level.
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