CAVERNESS, BENEATH THE LAKE
And the depths are beneath me, where my
solace holds the middle ground. I had been
here in my youth and now I'm back, and sound.
Never a respite nor a dalliance; everything has
always had a purpose - but it was a much plainer
purpose then when things were simple.
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The men who built the buildings use local stone.
The quarries are still there, and one of the builders
is buried nearby. Something must have happened
way back when. It's all so quiet now, and you
cannot get a reason from the story of a stone.
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