Crossroad Seven

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Using your keys, you cut into the silvery liquid filled pocket. You make a puncture. Shiny fluid oozes from the panel. You turn to the door, and sure enough- WHOOSH. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, you quietly sneak into the minimalistic hallway. The hallway, like your room, is white, with columns lined up against the walls. As you make your way through the corridor, you hear voices speaking in a strange dialect. You freeze.

Hide behind a column - Go to crossroad twelve

Approach the voices - Go to crossroad four

Turn around - Go to crossroad thirteen

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