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The tunnel was wider than four people laying head to toe, and just as high, with an oddly smooth floor that was the only reason they could walk in the dim light of one handlamp kept low to conserve their oil.Author's Notes
In the dark, their steps echoed like warnings, and their voices came back two- and three-fold.
"We're going to be in so much trouble," Imain said, several times.
"Trouble, trouble!" the echo agreed.
"We're adults now," Reqem reminded him. "What are they going to do?"
Written for "In The End", a charity anthology. This story is also available in Kindle format on Amazon.
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