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Chapter 9 Before we left the cavern with the bonfire, Thorbjorn walked back around the bend in the cave that led towards the waterfall. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could hear the sound of stone grinding on stone. I shot my grandmother a quizzical look. She shrugged, "he can't just leave it open when he's not here to guard it," she said. "There's a door?" I asked. Thorbjorn came back out. He put his sword and his ax on his belt and picked up his spear. "Shall we?" he asked. "Lead the way," my grandmother said. He nodded then started walking towards the shadows on the far side of the cavern. I followed beside him, my grandmother just behind us. Then, the moment Thorbjorn stepped out of the cavern onto a narrow cave that was stepped up like a natural staircase, the flames b