Returning to the corridor was easy. I had to make the willful choice to return to the entity. The hallway darkened as before. The hallway smelled like a freshly cleaned rifle still. The material felt neither stone nor metal still. The hallway ended at a pitch black expanse as before.

“I am Weaver. Who calls for me and by what name do you call?”

The wall moved back into view. The lone spotlight shown again over the relief carved statue. But this time I heard other blocks moving. The wall behind and above me teased my ear with the sound of something like thin stone moving.

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