The tunnel swallowed the noise of the atrium almost immediately.Not completely, the sounds of movement and shouting from above filtered through the stone and metal in a muffled, distorted way, like hearing something from underwater. But the immediate physical reality of voices and bodies and all the charged energy of the room above was replaced by the tunnel's own character, the cold, the dark, the close walls, the specific quality of a space that had been sealed away from ordinary use.Ethan moved quickly without moving carelessly. His hand was still around mine, his grip unchanged from when he had taken it before we descended, and he led me down the concrete stairs at a pace that was fast enough to be purposeful and controlled enough to prevent mistakes.Daniel was close behind us.At the top, the younger man was doing something with the panel, the sound of metal engaging, locks or latches, the kind of securing that communicated intent. Then his footsteps followed us down.Below th
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