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As he mounted the steps, carefully and deliberately, he felt the tiny hair on his arm prickle upward. Ethereal projections appeared before him, flickering and stuttering from age and damage. Some spoke in strange language, others screeched with corrupted recordings. The effect cascaded through the silent ruin like a tidal wave. Up ahead something roared. Something alive, and hungry.