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Scout had thought the painted walls of the canyon exterior were lovely, but every cavern Reggie guided her through was its own wonderland of dazzling sights. In one room, all of the rocks were like dazzling diamonds winking whitely in the light from Reggie’s lantern; in the next, each rock was its own unique color, all piled together as if some giant had collected them from far-flung regions and then had forgotten them here. Many of the chambers were shaped like deep wells just like the first cavern she had crawled into, but others were like snaky channels hollowed out around larger, impenetrable masses of stone or were wider open spaces but with a ceiling so low even Reggie had to stoop to cross it.
Each cavern took them deeper into the ground, further from the compound, and Scout’s
