"No," I whispered, the word echoing back as a hollow mockery. "No, no, no!" The stories were lies. The legends were just bedtime tales to keep kids from wandering off. Frustration, hot and familiar, surged through me. I pulled back my fist and swung at the solid rock that had just executed my dreams. But my hand didn't shatter against the stone. It vanished. The momentum sent me stumbling forward, my fist passing through the "wall" as if it were made of smoke, and I ended up punching my own leg. I froze, my heart stopping for a beat. I reached out again, trembling, and watched as my fingers dipped into the rock. It felt like cool mist. I took a deep breath, held it, and stepped through. The air on the other side was startlingly warm, a sharp contrast to the damp chill of the tunnel. I found myself in a massive chamber carved directly out of the mountain's heart.Two colossal pillars rose toward a ceiling, and in the center of the room lay a strange, intentional mound of stones, a jag
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