With a groan I manage to pull myself up into the vent. It seems to go in two directions… straight up and then out over the hallway. I start to move along the shaft, but carefully. It’s a tight fit, and the walls are dewed with moisture and scabbed with rust. I hope it can hold my weight… even as you think the words, there is a shift and some rusted support gives way, the jolt tears the bottom of the vent and drops you like a back of rocks.
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