He crumpled to the filthy concrete and wept, bruised hands banging on the rusted elevator doors. They would not yield, held shut by ancient magic.

He called out a name into the abyssal darkness again and again like a chant. It was as if he begged the echoes to forever repeat to him the name that would soon be stolen from his mind.

A vain hope. Soon he wouldn't remember he ever even existed.

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