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... ement. The kind that not only told me that the ladder could break at any moment… but most would have shivered from the sound alone.
Ignoring its protest as I descended farther into the old well shaft was easy, but ignoring the stale air was hard. It was the kind of stagnant air that shouldn’t be breathed in. The type that poisoned and killed.
“Just don’t breathe then,” I scoffed at myself as I finally reached the floor of the basement. The ground was dry, thankfully. The storm ha ...
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