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You find yourself in a place.
This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.
There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.
What do you do?
This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.
There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.
What do you do?

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"Sir," Sam replies.
"Follow me," the Chief says to Wyn. "I can get you back to the center where you can get out of here." He'll wait until she moves, then lead the way.
'Good luck', Sam mouths behind his back.
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