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Make a human face. Let your teeth dangle. This house is cursed, the stairs lead nowhere. We have come to the highest room to escape the snakes, but now he hands me a hollowed out skull filled with venom and instructs me to drink. I cast the skull through the hole in the rotted floor, and anger ignites. We must leave this place before the festival, it will surely mean voodoo deaths for us all. Flying is effortless, but if you think twice you will fall. How many layers are there, and what could possibly be at the center? Has it been mere minutes, or years? How many times must I wake up before I reach reality? I feel I am not quite there. I stare into their faces, and see only abstract shapes. Their eyes are glowing green with the poison. The banner stretched across the street informs me that this is New Orleans. The snake has been reduced to a head with one eye, but still it spews its venom my way. We must retreat, back into this house, never mind the stench of decay. I think I remember where the secret door is.
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