A gloomy feeling lingers, carrying the musty smells of an old cellar. Echoing sounds drift from afar. Something is lurking—or is it just imagination? Endless corridors stretch ahead, intersections repeating. Did I see this skull already? This place is home to the dead. The smells change further in; the air grows heavy, almost impossible to breathe.
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