His voice echoed dully, swallowed by the rough- ribbed, deep striations of the tunnel walls that looked as though they had been lacerated by giant claws. But for the pools of light shed by the two lamps, the darkness inside the tunnel would have been complete. The air was heavy, still, and fetid with a heady witch's brew of ill defined chemical smells.Advancing into the bowels of the mine they sloshed through puddles of water. The yellow light of...