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      “What happened inside the sanctum?” – Sazar asked as a group of guards helped the wounded Lord climb out of the mountain. “Things you cannot even begin to fathom Sazar!” – A terrified voice muttered. “But who did this to you and how?” – Sazar was befuddled. “Mad Cow! I was in that shithole for like three hour-glasses! And none of you fools came to check in on me…” – Blasius was ferocious. Workers, slaves, guards, soldiers whispered and chattered like a fish market. None had any clue about what was going on. To bring order to the crowd, Blasius regained his sense of the surroundings and said – “Seal this tunnel, we’ll be leaving for the capital tomorrow at the first ray of sunlight.” The slaves put down their tools and after a long time took a breath that truly made them feel alive. They didn’t care what was inside the sanctum be it gold, gemstones or dark nothingness. All they knew was that they were going back home to their filthy but cozy beds!
“I don’t see any chest or hell e…


  “Move it you lazy asses!” - howled the stout commander in an insolent voice. There was a flurry of haste all around in the lush green HORROW'S JUNGLE where the monsoon had just ended. Horrow’s Jungle was a large dense patch of forest situated far from the capital of FORTIS. It was named so because the forest was home to a variety of vicious species of animals and had barely witnessed any interference from man. The climate of the Horrow was such that it received heavy rainfall for half the year and scorching heat for the other. In the center of the jungle, stood the HORROW'S SUMMIT - a 4000 feet tall mountain.
           Hundreds of workers and slaves dressed in shabby white gowns were throwing their tools hard at the rocks for months now to dig a tunnel in search of THE SANCTUM inside Horrow’s Summit. The clinking voices of metal hitting solid boulders echoed for distances. Vegetation was burnt on a large scale around the mountain to set up encampments, chambers, watch towe…