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There's something about that staircase you often walk down by. It's lone, old, and creaky. It's in the middle of the woods. And there's only one ending to it. You never understand why it's there, but your peers tell you never to climb up it. Why? Why, you ask yourself, as you climb the stairs, one by one?
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