Ling unfolds the map and turns on a tiny flash-
light that is hidden within her ring.  Then she draws
a line with her fingertip.  "All right.  Here.  Then
here.  Then this shaft leads up.  There's a ladder."
   You follow her lead.  There's hardly any glow
from her light, so it's gloomy.  And the air passing
through the ventilators makes an errie sound-
like the screech of wind in a horror movie.
   You hear scratching noises behind you.  You
turn and see dozens of tiny red eyes.

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