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Amos and his steed made their way along a narrow passage, growing wider, however, and taller, but darker, and with many short turns -- an embarrassment to the resisting brute's physical conformation.
Suddenly there was a vague red haze in the dark, the sound of voices, and an abrupt turn brought man and horse into a great subterranean vault, where dusky distorted figures, wreathing smoke, and a flare of red fire suggested Tartarus.