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

Holding On

With every ounce of strength, Marco yanked Harold back onto the ledge. Their boots scraped, hearts racing. Harold collapsed against the wall, pale and gasping.

But the cassette slipped from Marco’s pocket. They both watched it tumble, spinning end over end, before vanishing into the roaring darkness. His mother’s voice, gone forever.