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It's dark here. Dank. The indistinct, amorphous blobs of shadow all around her swoop up to form a cavern, rock walls slick with cold. Pebbles crunch under her feet.

The muddy river -- stream? creek? It's barely there, anymore -- reeks of algae, sulphur, and the atrophy of the unchanging. Wisps of fog skitter over what little surface is left.

She's alone.