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* Underneath the strewn paperwork, you feel your feet kicking small objects
Glints appear from between the shreds & rolls.
The books on the shelves all seem to be of accounting.
You now note a door in the back of the room, faded & grey.
The man quakes, and curls into himself
"I do my job, I serve well
I acknowledge your great darkness, and ignore the object of light you hate.
Please don't let them hurt me"
Howls echo from the halls below from the stairwells... *
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