Panicky, you feel for the walls, and find that they’re close, and made of a black, lumpy yet polished stone that you have no idea what it could be. And right now, that’s the least of your concerns, as you feel panic rise within you. You don’t like this, you want out. Noticing a bright light down the corridor, you take off in a wild sprint towards it, hoping it leads you out of this place. It takes longer then you want to get there, but once you do get there, you find.......
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