Chapter 19
We weren't inside an abandoned warehouse. We had never been inside an abandoned warehouse.
I watched in horror as the illusion of dusty tiles dried up like puddles on the floor, revealing a gleaming marble floor of white with veins of gold. At first, I thought it was glowing, throwing up light that burned away the cobwebbed shadows, but as the shabby brick walls became gleaming marble columns and panels of wood the color of golden honey, I realized that light was merely a reflection.
I looked up. And up. And up. The warehouse had been all one space but as tall as a two-story building. Whatever we were in now just kept going, level after level, balcony after balcony. Every level had more columns, the columns adorned with art deco light fixtures that all added up to an almost o
