You hold back bile as the stink of rot attempts to smother you like a hot, wet towel.

You've seen so many things to shock your senses, to shatter just about anyone's understanding of the universe.

For pete's sake, you helped a fungus slay a dragon inside your own heart.

...But this hits more than a little closer to home.

You can't count how many normal, human bodies you just saw. Fifty? A hundred? How far do they keep going in the hollowed-out walls?

You're not afraid of Jay. You're not even afraid of the drooling monsters stalking the halls.

You are more afraid of a single, horrible thought clawing at the back of your mind.

...Has anyone from your world ever really made it out of this place...?

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