Shadowgate

You survey the torches overhead. The match wavers between your fingers as you creep against the smooth marble wall.

You grip the wooden base of the torch on your left and slide it from its post. Match and torch in either hand, you marvel at your ingenuity as the torch bursts into flame. Taken back by the sudden burst of illumination, you hold the blaze outstretched in your quivering arm.

Continuing to maneuver about the chamber, you remove the other torch from its pedestal, holstering it securely in your belt.

You falter at the recognition of the massive crack near the elegant door to your right. You hardly recalled the chill, moist wind rising from its depths until now.
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