You exit the elevator... you are on the fourth floor.
Where will you go?
What is to be found in this dark, dusty, compendium of literature?
Everything is possible inside this room of insane creation.
Beyond this door, hold no expectations... for Chess becomes Feudalism.
A deep look into the madness that created the fourth floor.
Or do you cowardly take the elevator back to the land of the sane?
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