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Drip, drip..the evident sounds of water dripping from the aritificial ceilings. This carved brick arches, dripping small bits of water through out the  cracks and corners. It was a wonder that the torches were even still lit with the water droplets threatening to drip on them and eventually put them out.

The maze of the entrance was certainly a wonder. More so for the wary traverler, who could get lost in the maze of choices. Each path taking them to some where else. Often to a rather unpleasent place that would have killed them.

Only to those who knew the path could circumvent the maze to make it with in the surprise they shouldn't have been expecting for if it was their first time arriving.

 

Moisture and humidity?

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