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The Ninth Door
Nine doors, none to hide. Nine doors, sanity tried. The last door, claws scrape. The last chance, you must escape.
—From Tales from the Forgotten Hells
Cade rolled hard, avoiding a barrage of energy weapon fire. The lights of the great hall flickered as countless pulses of ionized energy poured from the room.
“No measurable signs of life?” he said.
I recommend we focus on the task at hand.
He wheeled his head toward the door they had entered. A caged red light flashed above it, and the door sealed shut.
Great, he thought to himself, I’m trapped in hell.
Cade threw himself behind a large pylon to the right of the door, narrowly avoiding another volley of energy projectiles as the Skex streamed into the hall.
Most Skex carried a type of energy weapon. Their hands
