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The air here was thick, wet, and smelled of burning coal and stale grease. Towering pipes hissed, venting plumes of scorching steam that obscured the ceiling. The Kid checked his pocket. His flashlight was dented but still worked, casting a fragile, cone-shaped beam into the gloom.

He stepped inside and closed the grate. As the elevator began to rise, pulling him away from the engine room floor, he looked down.

The machinery of the Maw began to wake up. Pistons hissed, gears ground against each other with deafening screeches, and the massive elevator cage in the center of the room began to hum with power. little-nightmares-secrets-of-the-maw-chapter-2

Together, they walked to the door. The Nome put its back against the metal, mimicking the Kid's posture. They pushed with all their might. With a screech of protesting iron, the door budged just enough for them to squeeze through. The Grinding Gears

He had barely escaped the clutches of the Janitor. He had survived the rising, freezing waters of the Depths and the grasping hands of the Granny. But as he pushed himself up from the cold, grimy metal floor, he realized he had only fallen deeper into the belly of the beast. This was the Hideaway. The Shadow in the Steam The air here was thick, wet, and smelled

Without a word, the Nomes sprang into action. Their tiny arms worked in perfect unison. They picked up chunks of heavy coal, waddling over to the furnace door and tossing them into the grate. The Kid joined them, lifting pieces that were twice his size, his muscles burning with the effort.

The little Nomes stood in a neat line, bathed in the warm firelight, waving their tiny hands goodbye. They had saved him, and now, he had to leave them behind in the dark. His flashlight was dented but still worked, casting

Soon, a small army of Nomes was trailing behind him in a silent, determined procession. The Great Ascent