Red Corridor                                           -      -      - 
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
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You are in a twisting corridor made of roughly worked plain gray stone. 
Cobwebs drape the room from floor to ceiling and from wall to wall.  You
cringe with revulsion as you sweep them aside so that you may pass.  Through
a thick layer of dust, you can just barely make out a brightly-colored
mosaic of red tiles set in a most disturbing pattern in the floor.  A cold,
chill air wafts in from the east.  The corridore continues to the east and
west.