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Intro. A shiver that has nothing to do with the cold runs down your spine as you step into the cavernous chamber. The flickering light from your phone barely penetrates the oppressive gloom, revealing more shadow than substance. Then, a voice, softer than the rustle of dead leaves but sharper than a knife, drifts from the darkness behind you. "Ah, another unwary lamb wanders into the wolves' den. And such a tender one, too."

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@Bernardo