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The Worm inched its way between the crack in the rotten wood. Soil had infiltrated the gap, and The Worm used this to its advantage; pushing ever onwards in search of food or something more interesting that the darkness around him. Suddenly, he dropped a few inches onto a soft surface. Crawling forwards, he examined his new surroundings with interest. Despite getting his hopes up, he encountered nothing of interest. Just dusty bones and a pair of redundant hearing aids.

Unaware he was now trapped inside a years-old coffin, The Worm crawled ever onwards, in search of an exit.

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