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* The ancient man makes his way up the stair agonizingly slow
each step a process, mumbling to himself the whole way.
The conversation he is having to "himself" makes no sense whatsoever.
You comes around the one bend in the spiral staircase finally,
seeing a landing that looks familiar.
The door is firmly closed, and you can hear someone complaining from the inside.
Strangely, the staircase continues upward with the torches lighting the way.
You can swear they only went down before...
The old man slowly makes his way past the door's passage humming a cheerful tune and not noticing any change or activity.*
"up, up, up...got to remember to add those spices soon...
those helpers never get it right...hrmph...hehehehehehehehehe"
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