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Into the Dusty Murk
Sapuvida watches ursua climb out of the pickup and walk into the dusty murk. He can't begin to imagine how he does it, some men must just be built differently. But then again, what if aren't? Urzua opens the door to pull the terrified man from the cab. It's ok, but hurry. Get to the pick up. We have to get back. Somewhere in the mine. Something gargantuan just fell. The walls rattle from the force. Like a battering ram slamming to ozua's chest, ampressing his lungs, piercing his eardrums. A tidal wave of dust blinds them like a sandstorm