User:A Helpful Little Gnome/udm/po20-e-7FBkey-6Mset2-5Dkey

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INSPECT A column of stone, stacked round slabs once perfect and clean now made soft, brittle, overtaken by moisture and gripped by roots. It is as if the column is turning into soil. In the white-blue glow of the light, thumb-sized beetles scuttle about, silver shells reflective. There seems nothing to do here. Where do you go? THIS WAY THAT WAY ANOTHER WAY THE LONG WAY