Inside the dark and eerie cave my father and I saw nothing but blackness for walls, but there was others in the cave too. There were faces, the faces of the lost soul so the slaves of this town. They were being kept here. After the door opened the slaves recoiled and took of floating ghostly and quickly disappeared behind a hillock. They floated like the flames of torching held by a sconce. My father and I raced after them. Once they reached the end of he cave they pointed down another tunnel, as if to show where Pluto was headed. Then we ran down the tunnel and behind us we could hear the painful, lonely cries of the slaves souls begging for help.
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