The dark retreats like wings, pulling back to reveal a pool of pure light. Ambient noise like the rushing of a waterfall fills the chamber.
Cang is first to see the enormous hoarde of gold and jewels piled up in the light. His prybar clanks to the stony floor as he sprints into the room, scraping to bloody the thin skin of his shoulders. His face bears an expression of manic delight before he slips into the gloom.
The rest of the gang hasn’t even seen the pile before the heavy door begins to close behind him.
Logan Bright — Works 