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Caius took another candle and together we leaned into the darkness beyond the door. Our weak lights penetrated only a few feet into the shadows, but I glimpsed a set of dusty stairs broken only by the man’s single set of steps.
“He didn’t do much walking, did he?” I mused.
“Not until we came,” Caius agreed as he inched down the stairs.
I followed, and together our candles illuminated a small, square room. The floor was made of rough stone, as were the walls. Unlike the perfectly finished defensive wall outside, white plaster had been stuck into the gaps between the bumpy stones and created strange shadows along the walls. The air was damp, and some water sat on the floor in puddles.
The dust on the stone floor had been disturbed by constant footsteps, but of only one pair of bar
