In the bottom of the shaft was an horizontal tunnel.

The noise of machinery grew louder when i felt my way along the narrow tunnel.

Then I came to a large open space. I stroke a match.

When it burned out, I was clutched by several hands.
No! No! Let me alone!

Quickly I struck another match.
The light is the only thing that holds them back. But I have only four matches left!

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Sandra Petojevic, Master of Arts, November 14, 2006
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