come to rest upon the stones...

Between the Catacombs and the Crypt
	An icy draft catches the base of your spine. What lurks beneath the stones at your feet? Perhaps the unresting souls rise for the night.
The Parapet
	The parapet overlooks the desolate water, where a mist gathers and rises. Somewhere in the distance a wolf makes its lonely cry.
The Labyrinth
	Turning back again and again, you find yourself hopelessly lost. Half-man, half-bull, at the center of the maze he licks his chops and waits.

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