Then there was an explosion of bright yellow light. ‘Don’t worry,’ Eleni said. ‘You’ll soon get used to it.’ Mavros peered into the illuminated passage, vaguely aware of the sound of a generator on the surface. ‘How far does this tunnel go?’ The archaeologist handed him a hard hat and jammed one over her thick curls. ‘We’ve penetrated about twenty-five metres. Come on, I’ll show you.’ She gave him a sharp look. ‘Don’t touch anything, all right?’ Mavros raised his hands. ‘Don’t worry. I’m terrified I’ll bring the whole place down around me.’ Eleni laughed ironically. ‘I don’t know, Alex,’ she said over her shoulder. ‘Motorbikes, enclosed spaces—what aren’t you frightened of?’ He swallowed a riposte and moved off after her. She stopped a few metres into the passage and pointed to the left. ‘This is the first chamber,’ she said, standing back to let him approach the red-and-white tape that barred the entrance. Mavros bent down and looked into the shoulder-high opening in the rock.
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