 The drafty endless corridors echo as you walk on and on. The walls seem alive and ripple as if something is moving inside. There are other sounds as well. Whispers and rustlings on all sides, above and below. The whispers of shadows. Ghostly faint images appear and disappear. The Corridors have trapped many a soul. They left the safety of The Crossroads and became lost. There is no way out for them once them have been swallowed by these walls.
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† Whispers of shadows... † 
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