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You are a dwarf, with leathery, bristling hide, a hooked nose, and long, broad, prying fingers.
A square passage of Roman concrete, patiently smooth, stained with centuries: epoch after epoch you can trace by the sagacity of your nose. But it is an unknown junction in a maze of your own creating.
Taking the northwest-bound way, and junctions and corners to follow, you find the opening you detected many hours before. The roof has been thrown aside by some means, and a ramp of scree has filled in the end of the way, leading to a leaden sky. As you begin to make your way up the unstable slope, there is a half-buried broken thing you smell before you see.
It is a woebegone doll, and it is familiar to you.

#writtenoom 2024-11-19