“Enter at your own risk”. A gruff voice resounded through the empty building.
“And what is the risk?”
The six-year old was not to be easily discouraged.
“I made that mistake aeons ago. I have grown horns and a ring was passed through my cheeks. I was appointed janitor in this world of terror”.
“Wow! That sounds interesting. Tell me whatever you saw inside”.
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