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hanging around too many salty old scholars for too long a time. In plain and simple terms, I reasoned there had to be an entrance to the caves through the Widow Austin's house. Somewhere in that ramshackle old structure there had to be an entrance. It was the only thing that made sense in this scenario of insanity. |
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My reasoning went something like this. It was one thing for the apelike creatures to use an inlet entrance. After all, they had already demonstrated both the strength and agility to handle just about any kind of obstacle. On the other hand, the Emissary, if he was what Kelto suspected him of being, one of the locals, would have the same trouble negotiating the inlet cave entrances that we were going to have. It just made sense that the Emissary and the rest of the true believers had an access that was a little more suited to mere mortals. |
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My conclusion to this rather simpleminded hypothesis was that somewhere there was an entrance to the labyrinth and that entrance was somewhere in the old lady's house. The trick was going to be finding the damn thingand fast. |
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It boiled down to a race. If I could find what I was looking for before Big Jake was ready to go over the side and dangle on the end of a thin nylon line, the risk of scaling down into the pit could be at least partially minimized. |
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