Jeff awoke in complete darkness; he couldn’t see his hand
before his face. He was laying on something that felt like course linen on a
hard surface. Reaching out he groped through the space around him. Stretching
out as far as he could, he felt rough, cold stone beneath his palm. Crawling on
all fours he felt around, eventually finding a rock wall. His hands crept up
the wall and he stood slowly, lest he bump his head. Inching towards the right,
Jeff’s hands eventually encountered a protrusion. He felt the smooth contours
with his hand wondering what it was.
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