The stairs felt like they would never end.

I pressed onward though, passing by one of the mounted candles ever so often, in between

the mowers left and utter darkness, the whim of my own footing.

It took my time, walking down them, adding to the anxiety to reach the bottom.

Voices began to echo from the abyss below, bouncing off the walls, once again I could hear

their monotone word being spoken in unison, still incomprehensible to me.

In the darkness the words were even more nerve-racking.

Almost didn't sound human.

The last of the stairs brought me to a large chasm.

Few candles were mounted on these walls as well, but they weren't of much help.

I could see their light reveal a set of different tunnels, pointing in diverse directions.

From here it looked like I had to choose a path.

But which one was right?

If I chose wrong I knew it would be nearly impossible to retrace my steps, especially in

this darkness.

The voices from earlier began to echo once again, among the cave walls they bounced all around

amplified by the acoustics.

They focused on the sound, trying to pinpoint their origin.

Finally after several minutes I was able to determine they were coming from the tunnel

on the left.

So I headed in that direction.

The tunnel was completely dark, absent of candles.

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