You open the covers of your lantern - it's beam hardly penetrates
the thick, miasmic blackness, redolent with the stench of death
and decay, ahead of you. You step downwards, treading warily on
the moss-encrusted stairs...down...down - until your heart pumps
madly as you see eyes watching you...hate filled eyes, you have

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