2012-10-30
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AH 3rd Floor Storage
A sheet of paper with a casually scrawled message lays crumbled at the entrance: 'Inventory in Progress, Don't Close Door.' But for being a store room, all that's left is a large washing basin. An orange prescription bottle lays discarded at the bottom, empty.
The far wall is completely covered by huge sheet mirrors, too grimy to catch anything beyond a vague outline of your reflection.
The door creaks under its own weight, attempting to shut behind you. Maybe you should leave before it does.
( Otherworld encounters may go something like this. )
BACK TO HALLWAY
The far wall is completely covered by huge sheet mirrors, too grimy to catch anything beyond a vague outline of your reflection.
The door creaks under its own weight, attempting to shut behind you. Maybe you should leave before it does.
( Otherworld encounters may go something like this. )
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