Lights hung high; damp & cold; I cannot leave this place.
For a moment, I stare.
Low; I feel low.
Dark, damp; the smell of steel; a large room where they toil for minor penance.
A pestiferous place, a cavernous hall; a dangerous place.
Entangled in a web of my own foolishness; vapid, inescapable motions make my temperature rise.
Alone, again; finding no way; lost in this damned place.
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