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 It is only a short distance to the metal door that stands at the eastern end of the hall. Placing your ear against the cold iron you strain your hearing trying to find any sound of danger beyond. You hear nothing. Trying the handle you find the door is unlocked but its immense weight makes it difficult to move. Applying all your strength you pull against the handle and slowly it opens to reveal a foul stench that is almost overpowering. It is a smell of rotting garbage so odious you haven't smelt anything like it since you were forced to take that job cleaning refuse pits back in Das Frontiere. Surprised by the smell you don't immediately notice the black pit before you. The door has opened out into a circular room with an arched and vaulted ceiling and no floor. Where the floor should be there is a deep void, reaching down into an abyss of unspeakable foulness. This is one threshold you will not be passing over. Quickly you close the door on the stench and move eastwards, back down the passage towards the Mess Hall.
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