The inside of the shaft was dark, the previous red glow no longer lighting up the bottom. The coppery tang of blood had gotten much stronger. “Do we go down there?” Clive asked. “There are stairs, but I do not want to go down there.” “Are you scared of a hole just because there’s a weird noise coming out of it?” Jason asked, then frowned as something occurred to him. “You know, I once asked your wife the exact same question in a very different context.” “Oh, go jump in a hole,” Clive said bitterly. “Look, there’s one right there.” “Fair enough,” Jason said and leapt into the void.
