Earthquake Reveals Tunnel On Farmer’s Land, Then They See Where It Leads

Hanging By A Thread

Marco pressed his back to the wall, edging sideways step by step. The roar of water made every movement feel shakier, every breath harder to steady.

Harold’s boot slid, and suddenly he was gone, hanging over the abyss. Marco lunged, gripping his jacket with both hands. “Hold on!” he shouted over the roar.