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... in Feng recalls the underground shelter from back in the day.
Pipes of varying sizes and complex wiring, many of them already rusted in parts; cramped, low-ceiling corridors, impossible to discern direction without signs.
Like the interior of an old retired warship.
There’s also a dull moldy smell, like an old room that’s been unventilated for ages.
Lin Feng holds his breath, following behind Father Su An, winding through the narrow corridors for five or six minut ...
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