Descend Ladder

The metal ladder is built into the wall of the narrow passage and feels surprisingly warm to the touch. As you approach the source of light at the bottom you can see that the ladder rungs appear to be made of silver. The air feels increasingly humid as you descend. You reach the bottom to find yourself in a large softly lit room styled in Victorian era luxury – delicate moulding, exquisite upholstery, and all the accoutrement of nobility, but with an oddly low bit quality. The paintings, hung on the wall with ornate gold framing, appear from a distance to be works of the old Flemish masters, but you move in for a closer inspection and realize they are all blurry, impressionistic, and abstract. Though the room is sufficiently lit, there appears to be no actual source of light – candles or windows. There is a red door on the far side of the room, a large bookshelf, and a jewel inlaid terrestrial globe resting on a table near the center of the room.

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