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I could sense the cold stone surrounding me even before I opened my eyes.
I found myself standing in a small alcove, every inch of it made of grey stone. The floor, the ceiling, the walls, everywhere I looked my eyes were met by cold grey stone. It was oppressive, to say the least.
I poked my head out of the alcove and surveyed my surroundings. I was in the middle of a long hallway. Long being an understatement because from where I stood it seemed to stretch into infinity with no apparent lefts or rights. Big flaming torches were spaced along the walls, their flames so massive they licked the ceiling high above them.
This place had two things going for it; creepy and weird. An excellent combo to take the girlfriend home to.
"Just great," I mumbled to myself, “Maybe it gets b
