released it and started turning the crank. His heart leapt when saw
lights coming down the hall outside the room he just left. He turned the
hand crank furiously like a shipís captain trying to avoid an iceberg
collision. The door shut just before the light bearers entered the
turned and jogged down the dark tunnel, his light beam bouncing before
him. The tunnel sloped slightly downward and was wide enough to
transport large equipment. It eventually
with a crank, brake, and another cold control panel. He released the
brake, turned the crank, and the wall opened partway. He slipped
through the narrow crack into the open air of the Old Arena foyer.
Tree roots had prevented him from opening the door any wider. He
took a moment to look around. From this hidden doorway on the
northwest side, he was relatively hidden from view since the door was in
an alcove. He didnít see anyone and slipped cautiously through the
door to search for the release mechanism. This left him vulnerable
for a moment to anyone hiding but he had no choice. Then he saw it.
The pillar the release mechanism was on had fallen but there under its
debris was the cable. With some effort, he pulled it and it clicked
under the force, returning the wall it its closed position.
Chapter 1: Treasures from the Past
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