You quickly approach the soothing sound and image of the picture. 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 image, engulfing you in flames. As your flesh melts, you notice too late the piles of human bones littering the floor around the wooden chest and behind the bed. You have found an exit from this maze. Its name is DEATH.
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