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© Rootbook

A Rootbook Author
2012 - today
Published by: Rootbook

Chapter 7

he bear pointed his eyes and paws to the ground. Thank god! This was the right decision: He made a roly-poly over the stone in time and got up. It was dark in here. But after some time, his eyes became used to the darkness. On the right, the sound of metal came through the air. On the left, the sound of nothing, but the smell of decay and devastation.