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. Phineas followed anxiously, leaving the ponies
behind.
They stood in what must have been a vast, tall ante-
chamber, which looked like it once had a second floor.
Long lengths of pitted stone hung suspended midway be-
tween the ground and the roof. Indirect light from the
gray day filtered through the window holes and lit the
room. Not even a block of stone littered the floor.
"The most intact stones from these ruins are the rage
among builders in Kendermore," explained Trapspringer.
"They come out here in wagons and completely disas-
semble what's left of some of the buildings. I'm surprised
this one's still here." Trapspringer's voice echoed in the
hollow stone room. Swinging the lantern at his side, he
walked to an opening on the far side of the chamber.
The next room was smaller. Less sunlight reached the
ground here, since the windows were smaller, too. Trap-
springer held the lantern over a black square of marble
against the left wall, making the shadows dance. "You
were probably right about this being a temple. I'll bet this
is where the altar was." He started toward the next open-
ing at the far side of the room.
"Can't we just call to her from here?" Phineas sug-
gested, feeling less secure with each step. Cobwebs tick-
led his nose annoyingly.
"Sure, if you want everything in the area to know
we're here, go ahead," was Trapspringer's reply. "But me,
I'm the cautious type," he added as he stepped through
the next door.
A thunderous roar rose up in the next room, accompa-
nied by screeching, Trapspringer hollering, a loud crash,
and then both rooms plunged into darkness
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