fridge chamber

I ended a southward run up a slope by going into a subterranean, somewhat dimly lit, square-in-plan (so the memory seems) chamber that was lined with store fridge shelves all around. There were other people around; one girl was offering me bottles of alcohol from the shelves as it was a standard thing at that happening, seemingly, but I declined since I was already dehydrated from running. There was another similar chamber, maybe a library, with the walls lined with bookshelves, but I’m not really sure about that anymore.

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