77 Mass. Ave.

You are outside a large gateway, on which is inscribed:

"Abandon every hope, all ye who enter here."

The gate is open. Through it you can see a desolation, with a pile of mangled corpses in one corner. Thousands of voices, lamenting some hideous fate, can be heard. The room is lit only by a smoky shaft of light emerging from a steep staircase.

There is a book here.

Last modified: Tue Jun 10 16:58:04 EDT 1997
Bridget Spitznagel