I wandered West and South, then faced the strange stone wall. In my sleepless, dillusional state, it somehow seemed like a good idea to give the wall a nice, long lick. I did so. The wall didn't taste like much of anything, really, though just a tiny bit salty. I then turned and licked a normal wall. It tasted of STONE. Ironically, I felt a bit stoned to be going around licking walls in the middle of the night.
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