>You are in a debris room filled with stuff washed in from the surface. A low wide passage
>with cobbles becomes plugged with mud and debris here, but an awkward canyon leads upward and west.
>
>A note on the wall says, "Magic word XYZZY."
Being a Collection of Whimsickal and Merrye Observations, on the Current State of Affaires, and the Human Condition, from the very Pen of your humble Correspondant
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