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INSIDE THE SADISTICALLY OVERSIZED MAZE-LIKE FORGOTTEN UNDERGROUND STORAGE AREA OF DISAPPOINTMENT™

You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike. Well, not exactly.

Instead of a carefully laid-out warehouse, with everything perfectly aligned and uniform, imagine decades of stuff placed into storage, then forgotten. Barriers to your progress consist not of walls, but of surplus chairs, desks, folding tables, shelving, filing cabinets, stacks of Bankers Boxes, endless ordinary brown cardboard boxes, some opened, some still taped shut. Larger items shoved anywhere they would fit. Narrow passages, dead ends, dust. You wonder how the lights are still working.

You notice a small piece paper on the ground here. It appears to be a recent arrival. Looking closer, it is a page torn from someone's appointment book. Almost as if someone were lost in a maze, and trying to mark where they'd been. It might not be a bad idea to remember where you found this.

The piece of paper says: 17 October.