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Mary was on the verge of taking the golden skull... She imagined flood of wealth and money as soon as She was recovering this valuable relic. She was situated a few steps from the platform that was supporting this brilliant skull... Being an experienced explorer, she was expecting to meet a trap, but, for the being an old cavern, there should be traps with threads and not very complex mechanisms... She smiled on having seen that there was no trap. Later, she advanced few centimeters that she still had up to the relic and waited a few seconds before taking it, estimating the beauty of the relic... "Clack" in this instant, she listened again to this noise... "Clack". Rapidly after the second sound, a sliding door was opened below her feet, which slipped and fell in soft, something humid and sticky... Quicksand!, Mary was not surprised, since already she had been caught in all kinds of traps and she escaped alive from all of them. The sand was sucking Mary's legs with a very sticky grasp, but simultaneously with a soft texture that was sticking fast to the skin of the legs of the girl. She, totally unconcerned of she was sinking, was wondering: "how such an ancient cavern can have a mechanism that seems to be so advanced?".

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Mary was on the verge of taking the golden skull... She imagined flood of wealth and money as soon as She was recovering this valuable relic. She was situated a few steps from the platform that was supporting this brilliant skull... Being an experienced explorer, she was expecting to meet a trap, but, for the being an old cavern, there should be traps with threads and not very complex mechanisms... She smiled on having seen that there was no trap. Later, she advanced few centimeters that she still had up to the relic and waited a few seconds before taking it, estimating the beauty of the relic... "Clack" in this instant, she listened again to this noise... "Clack". Rapidly after the second sound, a sliding door was opened below her feet, which slipped and fell in soft, something humid and sticky... Quicksand!, Mary was not surprised, since already she had been caught in all kinds of traps and she escaped alive from all of them. The sand was sucking Mary's legs with a very sticky grasp, but simultaneously with a soft texture that was sticking fast to the skin of the legs of the girl. She, totally unconcerned of she was sinking, was wondering: "how such an ancient cavern can have a mechanism that seems to be so advanced?".