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Luca grasped my hand and we skirted around the annoyed Landry to follow our strange acquaintance down the stairs. The steps creaked beneath our feet as we made our way into the basement of the clothes shop.
The place turned out to be a torture chamber for fabrics.
The room covered the entirety of the shop building, and the brick foundation blocks stood at intervals to hold up the floor. They appeared to be in various states of decay, and only God and a solid build kept them together. Torches hung from their worn walls and illuminated the space as they’d done in the passage.
The walls sported the same rustic look as the passage, what little I could see of them. Like the employee section at the back of the store, the facades were covered in shelving, and on those shelves was stack
