Dry
As Christopher leaped out of the tunnel’s mouth, not for the first time, he expected to find himself drenched in filthy water as the flood exploded out of the mine’s entrance like a fountain. But there was nothing – the only liquid present was the sweat on Christopher’s brow. Had the water all been in his mind? Or was there some hidden pitfall that the water had poured into just before Christopher exited?
Dry
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