He lowered himself into the stone chamber carefully on a steel cable. He shone a light through the vast space, and what he saw took his breath away.
The old castle still lay waiting beneath the surface. His beam shone on delicate columns carve directly from the rock and wide, grand staircases. The air smelled musty and dry. No mould had gotten in to ruin his prize.
He touched lightly down on a landing, and a circle of runes glowed white at his approach. The magic of the Ancients still had power.
It was the archeological find of the century.

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