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THE LONG WAY Crawling, you pass over fifteen parallel cracks. You are up to a wall. Seen, not merely felt. You look up. It is as if the ceiling has lifted slightly, the soft glow of moonlight diffuse and hovering as if a cloud not far above the floor. A calm blueness, reticent, hiding its power, but nevertheless undeniably here. Where do you go? THIS WAY THAT WAY ANOTHER WAY WAY BACK TO THE WAY Or do you inspect? INSPECT