ocr: The guard appears, Follow Me. Your future awaits, you shall see, n flagon, hc carrics, across his shoulder hump back he slouches, from carrying boulers, His canines, extensive, dangerously cumming, His eyes, blood shot, alive, stuming, "This_way" he grunts, towards the corridor. Yow follou, armed, alert, and ready, The hallway, cold, dark, and steady, The guard, a shadow, an outline, you make, Suspicious, a foot behind, here you would stake. Minutes to hours, the endless strait, Yuu eneryy drained, Lired, yuu luse failh, Your guard dropped, weary, you slack, The quard, steady fonted, he Innks ...
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