EXIT

You quickly approach the soothing sound and shape of the spinning silver object. It gives off a warmth as you stand in front of it and slowly extend your hand. What woundrous powers it must hold! As your fingers make contact with it, a red light shoots from the object, engulfing you in flames. As your flesh melts, you notice too late the piles of human bones littering the ground around the silver top. You have found an exit from this maze. Its name is DEATH.

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THE END

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