You pad silently into the darkness, across the cold metal grate, leaving the dimly lit floor hatch behind. You are not too anxious to be trapped again, and the passage below that hatch looked too confining. At least up here, you have room to run...
The hair stands up on the back of your neck. Something is watching you. You freeze in the darkness, looking around and straining your ears. Your keen elven senses can see in the dimmest light and hear a twig snap from a mile away, but you see nothing and hear only the same monotonous grinding, hissing, and crackling cacophony that you have been trying to ignore for days.
You look up. There is movement there. A round shadow growing directly above you, blacker than the surrounding blackness.
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