We plough through dust, skim under wooden beams, take a sharp turn upwards and enter a dim chamber.

We stop. The mouse twitches its tail.

I release my grip and the mouse runs off. My heavy breathing echoes in the chamber.

As my eyes grow accustomed to the darkness I see what look like iron rails bolted to a metal plate. The rails shoot up at an angle into the darkness.

I decide to climb. 

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