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Chapter 12, Saunders Coleson: It didn’t take long for Saunders to discover several things inside the caves. He found his first bodies three hundred and forty-five paces in the dark. At first, he thought they were fresh victims of a deranged killer who stalked the tunnels looking for new prey. He nearly ran screaming for the door when he first discovered them stuffed in the tiny alcoves. Once he found the courage to touch one, he found the skin dry and brittle, like parchment. In the land of constant darkness, time held no meaning. His sleep/wake cycle became off after the first few hours. What little time he kept was marked by the burning of his candles. He never considered keeping track of the hours in such a way, but the light they provided remained his lifeline to the world he left be