A Dead End                                             -      -      - 
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Foul, stagnant air passes through this cold passageway.  Cobwebs dangle
in the corners of the blackened ceiling.  Wooden torches and brass lanterns
line the halls mounted on the rough igneous rock from Hellbent Mountain. 
Dust and dried blood lie on the grey tiles that cover the floor throughout
the prison.  Small chips can be seen in the northern wall but, it may as
well be from the quality of rock used to create the wall.