Unbalanced

Realizing smartly that there could be no easy way past the man, you turn to flee in the opposite direction. The doors along the curved hallway seem to blur together until a thunderous crack causes you to slow pace. Above you, just barely twenty feet ahead, a section of the ceiling has collapsed inward. As if a mockery of sunlight, a harsh darkness streams in from the wound, casting sharp lines of shadow into the floor.
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