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The Last Level?

She stepped into the room, carefully closing the door behind her. The only furnishing in the room was a chair. There were no signs or exits. There was only the chair. The small and empty chair.

Slowly, hesitantly, she approached.

No ominous music played this time, no subsonic rumbles, no disturbing cackles. All was silent except for her own echoing footsteps.

She reached the chair and took a deep breath. Could this be it?

She sat down.

Nothing happened. So she waited a little longer.

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