The rope moved on the third night, and Ray Hargrove sat on a ledge...

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The rope moved on the third night, and Ray Hargrove sat on a ledge sixty feet below the surface of an abandoned quarry wondering how a story about gold had led him to sitting in the dark above black water in western Pennsylvania.

Three days. He had been suspended in that darkness for three days, listening to the drip of water and the rusted creak of machinery that had not moved in forty years. The quarry smelled like wet metal and old leaves and the kind of silence that belongs to places that have been forgotten by everyone except the rats and the bats. The brothers had lowered him at dusk on Monday. They had waited...

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