Great. Here's **Chapter 30: In the Labyrinth of Madness – Finding the Living Dead from the Past**. Long, dark, and thrilling, in keeping with the novel's tone. --

 

# **CHAPTER 30

In the Labyrinth of Madness – Finding the Living Dead from the Past**

The tunnel was so narrow that Jakub had to walk alone.

Argo tensed his muscles as he walked beside him, growling softly, breaking the silence with a warning snarl every few steps. Marek Olbrycht followed them, silent, like the shadow of a man who had seen too much.

"Where is he?" Jakub asked, his voice quiet, though the tension was palpable.

"In the very center of the underground," Marek whispered. "In the place Radecki considered 'ideal' for his secrets. Where every step mattered."

The commissioner looked at him in astonishment. "Perfect" for secrets... or rather, for death.

The underground passages were like a labyrinth. Old brick walls merged with newer, concrete ones, and the tunnels intertwined like braids. The corridors suddenly narrowed, then forked. Each turn could conceal a trap, or someone who didn't want the truth to see the light of day.

Argo stopped suddenly. The unsettling light of the flashlight reflected in his eyes. His ears were folded back, his body poised for an attack.

"What's wrong, man?" whispered Jakub, crouching next to the dog.

The dog pointed its nose toward the narrow passage. The tunnel looked like the breath of the labyrinth itself.

And then Jakub saw something he hadn't expected.

On the ground, against the wall, lay a figure. It wasn't moving. The face was gray, almost lifeless. The body... emaciated, its clothes torn, covered in dust and mold. As if someone wanted to hide him from the world and then forget him for decades.

"Kamiński..." whispered Marek.

Jakub felt his heart stop mid-flight.

This was a man everyone had assumed was dead.

But he wasn't a corpse in the classic sense—rather, a living shadow of himself.

His eyes were open. Blind, dull, full of pain and loneliness.

"How... is he alive?" whispered Jakub.

"He survived thanks to me..." Marek replied. "I hid him because Radecki wanted to burn him. We had to do it... before the world found out. But it wasn't protection. It was torture. Waiting. Surviving in the shadows, as if time itself had forgotten him."

Jakub knelt beside the body.

Kamiński was trembling weakly, barely breathing. His skin was dry and cracked, but still alive.

His eyes stared blankly, as if his soul were drifting in an unknown direction. "We'll help you," Jakub said calmly. "You're not alone anymore."

Argo approached him slowly and sniffed. Kamiński flinched slightly, as if instinctively recognizing a friend in the dog.

He was incapable of words. He only whispered:

"Help... they... will come back..."

Jakub turned his gaze to Marek.

"They?" he asked. "Is this about Radecki and Barabasz?"

"Yes," Marek confirmed. "And more. Radecki didn't work alone. This labyrinth, these underground passages, these incinerators... all of this is a trap for the truth. Someone here is still guarding secrets. Someone who will do anything to prevent you from finding out everything."

Jakub felt adrenaline mingling with cold fear.

But he looked at the dog. Argo stood still, ready to defend himself.

And then he understood one thing: **they will stop at nothing**.

He had a living witness who knew the truth about Radecki and Barabasz.

He had a dog that never failed.

He had Marek, who had survived hell and could help them.

"We have to get him out of here," he said firmly. "But first, we need to know who else is here."

At that moment, a soft rustle echoed from the darkness of the tunnel.

It wasn't a footstep. It wasn't a breath. It was something that sounded like the breath of the labyrinth itself.

The shadow they had just been observing moved closer.

Argo growled.

Kamiński twitched again.

Jakub raised his gun.

"Someone here doesn't want us to leave," he whispered. "And that person isn't going to wait…"

The darkness responded only with its own ominous rustle.

The underground drew them into corridor after corridor, where truth and danger mingled.

This wasn't the end. This is just the beginning of the darkest night of their lives.

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If you want, I can write **Chapter 31: The Final Battle in the Underground—Confrontation with Radecki and Barabash** right away, where all the threads will converge in a dramatic, tense climax.

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