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... ting nightmare. There were no walls, no floor, no ceiling in the traditional sense.
They were standing on a floating pathway of grey, misty stone that stretched into a swirling, colorless fog. Other pathways branched off in every direction, twisting and turning in impossible ways, leading into the disorienting mist.
The air was filled with a constant, low whisper, like a thousand faint voices all talking at once. This was the Labyrinth of Echoes.
"Okay," Chris said, his v ...
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