A ganglion of stone-cut steps, each steeper than the other took Ethan further into the bowels of the Earth.
As he reached a small landing, just one among the countless he had stopped at, albeit momentarily while descending down into the bowels—a small oblong platform strewn with withered leaves that had long lost their original colour and shape and looked as orphaned as the other deadened features of the decrepit
surroundings—Ethan felt his heart beats go racing up and down like an unhinged go-to.
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