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(You are in a maze of twisting little passages, all alike.) ran briefly through his head. It was the most rational thought he could muster right now. There was nothing about yesterday that he didn't remember, and nothing from the day before yesterday, or the years before that seemed to lead to this particular conclusion. The richly damp smell of what he was alreading calling The Place briefly caused him to consider the possibility of the soft glow of luminous lichens ahead. He shook his head to clear his mind of the thought that was disturbingly linked with oversized cockroaches and millipedes in his mind.
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