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The corridor stretches before us, dim and chill, motes of dust drifting through the thin light from a fractured window. Ancient floorboards groan a complaint beneath our steps as we press deeper into the derelict house, the air dense with the smell of damp rot and profound quiet. Then, from somewhere above, a door hinges a slow, deliberate creak open. I cut my eyes toward you, my face a mask of cool detachment. "Hear that?" I say, my voice dropping to a low murmur. "Let's see how long you last, you."