Tunnels are strange places. Dark, cool, and full of echoes.
But this Virginia passage carries echoes of a specific time. Built before the Civil War, used by soldiers marching south, then north, then home again.
The cobblestones are worn smooth from boots and wagon wheels and years of weather. I walked through slowly, running my hand along the brick walls, trying to imagine what it sounded like in here when the war was still happening…