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News, Wichit Chantanusornsiri, Published on 24/07/2013
» The rusted metal door rolls upward with a groan, as if reluctant to give up its secrets. The light rays entering the dark cavern flicker with haze and dust mites, and our nostrils wrinkle from the musky odours that assault our senses.