The Lantern in the Abandoned Mine
Deep within the collapsed shafts of old Black Ridge, miner Marcus chased a flicker of yellow light that danced just beyond his pickaxe. He thought it was a fellow survivor, trapped since the cave-in three days ago. But as he followed the bobbing flame through narrow, jagged tunnels, the air grew alarmingly cold and smelled heavily of damp earth and rust. The light suddenly stopped near a dead-end wall, turning slowly to reveal a rusted miner's helmet resting on a pile of skeletal bones. Marcus froze as the empty sockets glowed with that same yellow flame. Then, behind him, the sound of falling boulders echoed loudly, sealing the only way back to the surface forever.
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