Like a trail of bread crumbs leading the way back home is the life line that few go in without. Lights off, and it’s so dark that even the animals that flit about have long ago lost the use of eyes or pigment in skin. The walls, at times, close in tight like a stone coffin. It’s cold, and the air is always in short supply.
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