A Stone Corridor                                       -      #      - 
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As you continue on, the feeling of familiarity begins to increase.  You
are in a narrow corridor made of plain stone, roughly worked.  Cobwebs
strech from floor to ceiling and wall to wall.  You cringe with revulsion as
extrememly heavy and sturdy doors.  Cold, chill, and musty air oozes from
under the doors making your skin crawl.