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... rounding environment become.
The holy façade gradually peels away, revealing its true appearance.
On the third layer, the light has almost disappeared. The miners rely solely on their headlamps; the air is thin, stiflingly hot and humid, and the drips of water seeping from the rock walls carry a sulfurous odor. Only the occasional sound of chiseling and the distant, meaningless clanging of metal echoes in the tunnels.
All prayers originate from this layer.
Bazatou ...
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