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Submitted to Contest #149
I stood in the dark hallway, unsure of where I was or how I had gotten there. Old fluorescent lights flickered weakly on the ceiling, and the whole place smelled of mildew and neglect. What was this place? Why did I come here? This place exuded power, but not the kind you'd hope for. It was a suppressing power, one that made you feel like you couldn't help but obey. Power that was suffocating and murderous. Something in this place demanded respect and authority. And I had a sick feeling in my stomach that it was coming after me. I could hear...
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