[His voice can't be heard here. You try to remember it, to will it into existence, but there's only ink and ink and ink and
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You hear crying.
The ink is gone. Go ahead, catch your breath. You find yourself in a place with corridors that turn and twist and lead to nowhere at all - this is the Labyrinth.]
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You hear crying.
The ink is gone. Go ahead, catch your breath. You find yourself in a place with corridors that turn and twist and lead to nowhere at all - this is the Labyrinth.]