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In the style of Labyrinth, cinematic still. Hidden behind a warped bookcase, the narrow corridor smells of dust and old blood. The stone walls are lined with candle sconces, long melted down to wax stubs. Strange symbols are etched into the mortar, pulsing faintly with cold light. As you walk, the passage twists unnaturally, and the door behind you silently seals shut. Something unseen breathes just ahead.