A Well Lit Prison Corridor                             -      -      - 
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
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Foul, stagnant air passes through this cold passageway.  Cobwebs dangle
in the corners of the blackened ceiling.  Extinguished torches and 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.  It is as if the prison has forgotten about this section of the
hallway.