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They retraced their steps carefully, avoiding loose patches of earth. The strong sulfur smell clung to their clothes, thick and sour. Their boots left deep prints on the tunnel floor as they approached the exit. Charles’s head was spinning with questions. A hidden tunnel, man-made tools, leaking pipes—none belonged beneath his land. As they neared the mouth of the sinkhole, he looked back into the tunnel. This wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning.
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