Below the Moon's Surface
by Zhang Xu
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Today is the 1272nd working day, Lan registered very clearly. The days are so long, time seems to have stopped on purpose. More than a thousand days are as long as a thousand years. Langdon drove the mine cart slowly forward in the tunnel. The ore on the tunnel wall shone like turquoise. The slender track was endless and extended forward. It not only bore the weight of the minerals, but also acted like a white line indicating the direction. This allowed Langdon to avoid getting lost in the alleyways extending underground. Many lanes are simply historical relics, hiding many little-known stories. Langdon still had to travel more than a thousand meters before he could return to the lifting station, where the miners were undergoing renovations. Langdon would eat in the restaurant and rest for a while before returning to work.
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