Karik's Dusty Stash

You find yourself in a room, piles of stuff around you. Treasure glint, souvenirs wedged between shelves. In every nook and cranny a shimmer greets you. It's warm, dry, and quiet. The night outside is cold, wet, and dark. The only light source here is a torch. You bury yourself into a pile of smooth, hard surfaces and what feels like fabric and blink. You can faintly see the twinkles everywhere. A dinosaur is outside. It nudges the door shut, leaving you to slumber in the dark peace. br />

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