The Prisoner Below
The pencil fell straight down. James Harlan watched it drop through the lantern light, rotationless, as though gravity in this place worked differently than it did above. He had been told the cave system extended at least four hundred feet beneath the canyon floor, but the surveyors who had mapped the upper levels spoke of passages that went deeper, shafts that dropped into blackness no rope...
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