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Every year, we send a member of our village to the caves as a sacrifice. No one ever returns. When my turn came, I wandered into the cool darkness and discovered that the sacrifices had survived and built a beautiful society underground. We had an intricate city, towers of glimmering calcite, reflecting pools as deep and calm as eternity. It was paradise. Until the city began to grow crowded. Factions formed. There was fighting in the streets. We called a truce and deliberated for days. At last we decided we needed to keep our population in check or else face the fall of our utopia. Now, every year we send a member of our city up as sacrifice to the surface. No one ever returns.
Short story written by Peter Chiykowski
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