The Basement Where No One Leaves
Drip, drip, drip. The echo of falling water bounced off tiled walls while cold clung to every surface, and Moody slowly began to regain consciousness. The only thing he saw was darkness, thick and absolute, the kind that exists in the deepest caves where nothing lives, yet somehow he was there, the only inhabitant of this black void. With every passing minute his awareness sharpened and new...
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