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Follow me then
Their pleas seemed to soften the old man’s expression, which was a good thing because it seemed this man was serious in the threats he made. Eventually, he lowered his pickaxe and sighed. “Alright,” he muttered. “Follow me, then.” He turned and led the boys down a narrow passage into another chamber. As they walked, he introduced himself as Bob and explained that he’d been in the mountains for over forty years.
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