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A pair of footsteps, the crunch of stone broken. There are no voices as they break through the wall, weak lantern light flickering over black, sickly water.
The man lies face up, at least; his lips are turning blue, but he is breathing.
Something watches him for a moment, places the lantern in the new alcove, steps forward.
The man is grabbed by the ankles, not lifted but dragged from the water.
Skin passes over wet rock, and tears on the dry.
Silently, silently, silently.
The still breathing man is dragged into the tunnel.
Behind then, the lantern flickers out.