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The moment I stepped through the hidden door behind the bar, the air changed.
Literally.
Gone were the smells of cheap ale and roasted meat. Down here, it smelled like secrets—like parchment and candle wax and the faint trace of something burnt. The stairwell was narrow and damp, the stone walls lined with glowing mushrooms (why is that always a thing in fantasy basements?) and carvings I couldn’t read. Ancient symbols. Wards, maybe.
"Third left... Knock twice, once ...
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