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The centuries have slowly eroded and decayed this place, stone halls collapsing under thousands of pounds smooth, velvety fine sand that falls in thin trickling bursts from the cracked ceilings with each step. That dark ritual took place here, so many years ago, and why did the architects of this last resting place position traps and dangers, in addition to those made by the threat of collapsing passages? One thing is certain. The path below must be tread carefully, if one does not desire to join the occupants here, sealed below the shifting sands...

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