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A breeze whistled across tall pliant grass scattered with boulders. Arcelia climbed the parched rocky bluff guided by the small drone and headset to find the forsaken mine entrance. She pulled away some planks to venture down to the belly of the beast. A dislodged stick of dynamite fell on the ground near an oil lamp. Afternoon sun crept inside, focusing light through the lantern glass in an intense beam on the fuse that began to smoulder.
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