We heard it as a soft sound at first. One step into the halls, and we heard it.
Soft whispering whirls echoing thru the empty halls.
We saw nothing in the dark. The cold was damp against our skin.
Then there was a quick flash, a reflection perhaps, nothing more. Nothing less.
We drew closer and saw it seemed to be spinning. Yes, difinately spinning, whirling, cyclone of steel reflecting the one shine of moonlight comming thru the crack in the cavehall roof.
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