Beneath the tree root lay a dark, cramped passage.
The entire tunnel was filled with a damp, rotting scent—much like the smell of stagnant water that had remained undisturbed for years, interwoven with old, decaying leaves—making one want to retch.
The tunnel walls were rough and uneven, covered in a slimy layer of moss that felt slick to the touch. The path beneathfoot was rugged and difficult to navigate, with protruding stones and hollow pits appearing from time to time, ready to trip anyone not paying the slightest attention.
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