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The tunnel was long and black and the air was stale and thick with the stench of rodents. Stanton stood still, trying to probe the luminescent gloom that the goggles he wore brought to his eyes. The tunnel stretched out before him -- on and on. Around him was the smell of viciousness and death. Ahead.
_It goes on to infinity_, Stanton thought, _ending at last at zero_.