You stand up and dust yourself off, looking around in the dim light. You could hear tremors all around you like small earthquakes, the ground shifting about slightly beneath you. You can't see much more than what the torches on the wall give you, but you're certainly shrunken. You can only hope that whoever owns this place isn't home.
No such luck. Around the corner comes a lumbering ogre, his feet slamming into the ground with every footstep and shaking the ground worse beneath you. His next step is looming overhead!
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