Trembling with adrenaline and clutching the black blood-soaked shortsword, you rush down the dimly lit passage to your left. It twists and turns. It is so dark in some places that you have to slow down feel your way along the roughly hewn wall.
Under one of the dim pale glowing spheres that sporadically light the passage, there is another juncture. You can see that the left passage slopes downward and the right passage slopes upward…
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