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# The Sixty-Hour Grave
The thing about being buried alive is that it happens faster than you'd think.
Maya Torres had been a caver for six years. She knew the risks, respected them, had memorized the protocols until they were muscle memory. She'd explored systems across three continents, descended into darkness that would make most people's skin crawl, and always—always—come back up.
Until she didn't.
The collapse lasted four seconds. Four seconds for two thousand pounds of limestone to decide her fate. She was in the Cathedral Chamber, a space the size of a small church, documenting a newly discovered passage for the survey team. Her climbing partner, Devon, was thirty meters behind her, anchoring their rope at the previous junction.
She'd just pressed her hand against the wall to steady herself when she felt it. Not heard it—felt it. A vibration that started deep in the rock, a wrongness that every caver dreads. The mountain was moving.