Shadowgate

Your arm lowers against the empty pot.

As the room falls black, your heart sinks. On the brink of panic, your imagination races over the putrid stench.

A heavy quake stirs you into reality, pupils wide in the darkness; you stare in renewed hope as a faint light floods in from underneath the rising stone door.

Clambering to your knees, blood splashes out the chamber in mellow rifts. The floor vibrates, and you heedlessly fold your body into the widening crevice.
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