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... forting sounds as I descended. The type of sounds that echoed horribly in the stone basement. The kind that not only told me that the ladder could break at any moment... but that it was also decrepit enough that I was the only idiot willingly using it.
Ignoring its protest as I descended farther into the old well shaft was easy, but ignoring the stale air was hard. It was the kind of stagnant air that shouldn’t be breathed in. The type that poisoned and killed.
"Just don’t breath ...
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