Room Thirty-Five
...what appeared to be someone's basement. One
of them sank gratefully down on an old couch which prompty collapsed.
I tried
to hide my smile.
"A totem, or tribal fetish," said one, walking around the
center of the room.
"It could be a work of art," suggested
another.
"Perhaps it's a signal to us," the thoughtful one said. "A warning
or direction?"
"Not much help when there is only one way to go," put in
another.
"I still think it's a signal."
"Yes," I said right away, "I'm
sure you're right."
She was immediately suspicious. Still, with no real
choice to make, we left the thing standing alone in light and silence, and went
into...
...room 33.
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