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The tiny, twisting passages forced Fred ever downwards. Finally he found a suitable place to hide. Fred sat on a support beam underneat a bridge over a mass of machinery. It was wider then many wheat fields and continously belched forth noxious fluids, smoke and skulls. Fred didn't know what the purpose of the machine was and did not want to know. The highly polished wooden bridge vibrated with the occasional thump of a gaurd. Nobody thought to look over the side. The crackling lanterns on the bridge were too dim for Fred to see the walls. But he knew they were above fifty feet away. Well, the walls that the bridge touched. To the left and right, well, Fred did not know how far the machinery spread. "Grauplu!" went a spurt of bright pink fluid. It came within a few feet of Fred. He scooted over two feet. Fred sat for a while. What now?
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