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Upon rising from his prayer, in panic, he ran blindly through a tunnel
Only to reach a dead-end, where he fell panting for breath
In the darkness, he cried... voices... Voices... VOICES...
He heard voices. He heard his uncle's voice
Due to the shape of the gallery and the conducting power of the rocks,
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