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It stood in the middle of the park,
literally buried under tons of earth. Children played games on it in the summer, ignorant of the history beneath their feet. A railway line ran under it, through a tunnel. It had been used for a shelter from the bombing during the War. Two lots of history. + + + Below the railway was a maze of rooms and corridors stocked, like the mound, with commodities for use in the afterlife. Food and tools. + + + When the bomb broke through the defences, the villagers ran and imprisoned themselves in their underground corridors where the poison in the air couldn't reach them. + + + Now there are two burial chambers, an upper one and a lower one. + + + Only, the corpses in the lower one are still alive.
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