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The dark, prickly beast slides forward like death on
rails. With any hope of self-preservation exhausted in
your mind, you let out a primal yell from a tired
throat and launch yourself back into a tumbling fall,
bound for the ground. The air roars around you and
your teary eyes are momentarily calmed with the realization
that the tunnel from whence you came is almost directly
below you. Returning to the library would be better than
dying though not by much, so you begin to
aim yourself for the hole.
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