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The Airing Cupboard of Despair

A swirling mass of inky blackness buffets the glass of a long, glass tunnel.
Deep in the shadows a light flickers, and then another.
Now, as you advance through the Tunnel’s roaring silence, with the sound of every breath sucked from the audible world by the oppressive darkness, you see the hatch.
Glass, with Brass fittings.
It leads into the darkness outside, which seems so intent on getting in.
You twist the handle.
wait! WHY?! the darkness will flood in, drown us all in silence and obscurity.
The hatchway creaks.
You flinch, and then look.
The inky obscurity is gone.
Well, you DID let the light out.

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