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Follow the lantern
After what felt like forever, the tunnel opened up into a vast chamber lit by a dozen oil lanterns placed around the walls. Shadows danced along the stone, giving the room an almost dreamlike feel. Brody and Mike ducked behind a massive machine in the center. From their hiding spot, they saw the old man again, moving to a far wall. He picked up a pickaxe—and began to swing.
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