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Post by Daiwa Scarlet on Mar 6, 2020 0:33:02 GMT -8
An incessant dribble comes from the ceiling of the cavern, soaking those who venture through. Slippery puddles accumulate in the area, quite a hazard with the stalactites and stalagmites around the lower caverns. A howling can be heard as one heads up, with a breeze that chills to the bone. The deepest reaches are where the refugees had hidden, using the old mine shafts that had once provided Dust to the region.
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Post by Daiwa Scarlet on Mar 6, 2020 0:34:06 GMT -8
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