On a Small Stairwell                                   -      -      - 
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Wooden walls, painted a dreary flat black, shine with the moisture
seeping between the planks.  The dampness makes the air thick and difficult
to breathe, and the aura of evil here is glaringly evident.  The torches try
unsuccessfully to chase away the evil shadows, but barely break the gloom
with their dim light.  Perhaps you should get the hell out of here before