You follow the sound of breathing, walking cautiously in the errie caverns. The sound of strained breath grows stronger, and somewhere down the hall a baby cries. You turn the final corner, your nose recognizing the scent of rotting flesh just a moment to late. They stand before you, twin beasts each reasing in the corradors of a Y shaped divide in the hallway. Their legs suspend them from the ceiling, their mottled skin gleams in the psudo light of the Labyrinth. Saliva drips from their maws as they attack.......

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