The pocket
This one, however, was slightly ajar, revealing a narrow crack of darkness beyond.
“This is it,” Jay whispered, his voice barely audible above the drip, drip, drip of water. “The entrance to the main chamber.”
He pushed the door open slowly, a sliver of light escaping from within, revealing a vast, cavernous chamber. It was a scene of breathtaking desolation. Towering shelves, once laden with books, lay in ruins, their contents reduced to dust and decay. The air hung thick with the metallic scent of radiation, punctuated by the almost overwhelming stench of decay.
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