An Evil Eye

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Kadri had gone about thirty paces into the tunnel before the ground dropped away.

The breeze was faint, but it flowed steadily up the tunnel at his back. Carefully shielding the candle, he moved to the side of the tunnel and held the flickering flame out of the wind. He was standing halfway up a vaulted chamber thickly festooned with cobwebs that hung from the ceiling in hanks, spinning in the breeze. He shuddered, and peered down.

He wriggled forward on his belly.