Sunday, January 22, 2017

100 Words a Day 1005

The old cave door crumbled after a single kick, but the bad air that issued forth sent the treasure hunters fleeing back to the surface for a time. Once it was judged safe, they hefted their torches and descended into the unsealed depths. The flickering light revealed the last stand of some forgotten conflict. Remains lay scattered about, dented armor and chipped weapons in abundance. The place soon echoed with the noise of metal on stone as the men searched for anything worth taking. They were about to leave when someone shouted and his companions hurried to crowd around him.

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