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I followed and found myself in a dark echoing place. Tom had moved back towards the
test cell and pointed out what looked liked some sort of exhaust vent. The other
end was also particularly weird with a triad of circular openings. Alas, coaxing the
camera into one last measly shot didn’t work and I resigned myself to just checking
out the interior and planning for next time. But when?
We stood in the pipe but I was unwilling to trust my fading torch to paint the scene.
The camera was on its last legs and I knew I had one or two shots left before
it’d give out completely. This was a first for me; I’d run out of memory card space
before, but batteries?
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