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To the left, and suddenly in a short office corridor. One door, just like the others, led to the maze. Behind a closet door and a curtain of plastic, a downward slanting tube of concrete, with no steps or hand-holds: though short, he was just able to brace his hands against the top as he made his way down.
At the bottom was a small straight bit, where the resonance was short and crisp, and the only light came from back up top. Little bits of either street litter or forest litter, hard to tell. The door was there: a heavy metal pizza of seven triangular sections.

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Did he wish there was an audience, an announcement? No, he decided: this was the good way, as though he found the maze himself in a back room.
The gate clicked like cold teeth, and hissed apart in its seven directions.
A hundred foot stretch, turning left at the end, and two other leftward openings before then. The walls were of a brick colour dulled grey, over twenty feet high, angled outward slightly as if tempting you to try climbing out. Some weak drops were falling from the fog blanketed sky.
As Arney stepped across the threshold, a tinny voice rang from somewhere:
"Arney Shipmen has entered the maze."
Oh well. It still smelled like dawn and challenge.

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