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Smooth pebbles clicked and slid under Cale’s careful footsteps. Every fibre of his body sung with excited energy and he would be running had he not twisted his ankle earlier doing just that. He grinned in the torchlight watching the shadows glide effortlessly across the polished stone walls. They seemed to be carved right out of the mountain itself and were struck through with veins of pale blue and brilliant sparkling white. The floor on the other hand was not local stone: onyx black pebbles worn perfectly smooth like tumbled river rocks that even beyond the reach of the torch glistened like tiny stars.
Cale twisted around and winked at his companion, “Still think this is just some old cave?”
Fergus sighed and shook his head, “Then it will be people rather than bears that live down here, and they still won’t be happy. It’s rude to –”
“Think of the treasures we’ll find!” the hazel eyed adventurer clearly wasn’t paying any attention, “you’ll be thanking me that I made you come!”
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