March snow lay thick in the pine woods.
We pushed our way through the drifts to the camping spot
next to the big rock where the cats perch and become lions.
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Smoke stings my eyes. A grinding roar fills my ears. The tunnel is narrow, glowing dull orange, getting hotter. I shuffle through the dimness, feet crunching over hot, brittle stones. My companion pulls me forward, down into the darkness and the heat. I can see the rough outline of...