Pikadon's stairways lead nowhere. Its doors open to reveal solid, impenetrable walls. Its hallways form an unsolvable, twisting maze. Against its colossal structure people seem as insubstantial as ghosts. Pikadon is full of ghosts. Once the sun goes down, the labyrinthine corridors are haunted by the shambling, moaning dead. Blind and deaf, crippled, skin shredded by atomic blasts, the imprisoned dead stalk the imprisoned living.
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