At twenty-seven paces from where they breached the wall, they pushed through solid rock. There were steps that led down a level, which gave him a view of a large ring around the centre with spikes waiting for unsuspecting visitors… Judging by that rusty Roman armour, those spikes have been here a while…
At the far end of the chamber, they reached another downward stairwell. The deeper they went, the cooler it became, with droplets running down exposed surfaces. Marc realised that his skin was clammy, and his clothes were damp.
The whore returns…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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