Christopher stared at the footprints. They were deep and moist, suggesting that whoever—or whatever—had made them had passed through recently. He wasn’t alone in the mine, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine.
He pushed forward, determined to find the source of the tracks. The tunnel seemed to stretch on forever, the air growing thinner and colder with every step. The beam of his flashlight began to flicker, struggling against the gloom.
Suddenly, a faint noise echoed from the depths. It sounded like the rhythmic clanking of metal against stone, followed by a low, indiscernible murmur. He froze, calling out “Who’s there?”, but only his own echo returned to him.
Just as he was about to turn back, he saw something swaying in the distance. A heavy iron chain, hanging from the ceiling, was moving with a force that couldn’t be explained by a simple draft. It was moving as if someone had just let go of it.
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