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…"Something is down there," Ms. Petrova said, her voice hushed. Emil Markov knelt and brushed away the moss, revealing a small iron ring set into a flagstone. "A hidden cellar." He pulled, and the stone lifted with a groan, revealing a dark hole and a ladder descending into the earth. The hum grew louder. Eliza took a breath. "This is it." She climbed down first, the core lighting the way. The air was cold and smelled of wet stone. At the bottom, a narrow tunnel led deeper into the hill. And at the end, a faint blue glow waited. Someone was already there.