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A torch
Flint was breathing slowly and concentrating hard while descending the ladder. It was almost perfectly dark, so he moved primarily on touch. Then, a light beam appeared. “See anything yet, baby? Is it a wine cellar or something else?” Lindsey called out as she shone down with a flashlight. Thanks to the light, Flint could see that he was almost at the bottom. He moved a little faster, curious of what he would find.
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