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They walked through grey corridors and into silent and empty dungeon-like halls. Just when Saul opened his mouth to ask where they were going, the man stopped, turned, and pulled out a key. He put it into a small keyhole in what looked like more of the stone wall. He slid the concealed door into the crack of the wall and stepped inside a dimly lit room that smelled like fresh soil. The walls of the room were nothing more than caked dirt, nothing more than a well-concealed hole in the earth. Three lanterns hung from thin rope from the ceiling and crates of explosives lined the walls. Just in front of them was what looked like a black

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