Below water level
Each step was like walking into another layer of the house’s mystery. The air became thicker, tinged with a salty aftertaste. “I must be below water level now,” Eliot whispered in disbelief. Pipes ran along the walls, humming softly, as if the house had a pulse. Elliot reached the bottom and found himself in a long corridor. The walls were lined with filing cabinets and metal drawers.
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