CHAPTER 31: The Archive of Names
Author: Timothy
last update2026-07-17 01:12:48

The iron staircase groaned beneath the weight of the group as they descended into the darkness. Gabriel led the way with his lantern held high, its warm amber glow pushing back only a few feet of the blackness before the shadows swallowed everything beyond. Rust coated the railings, moisture trickled down the old brick walls, and the deeper they climbed beneath the estate, the colder the air became. Every breath carried the sharp scent of damp stone mixed with aging metal and chemicals that had
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