Chapter 7: The Iron Catacombs

Chapter 7: The Iron Catacombs

The entrance was a drain.

Not metaphorically. An actual drainage channel in the floor of a tannery basement three streets from the records annex — a iron grate set into the stone, corroded to the color of old blood, covering a shaft that dropped eight feet into a passage that ran south beneath the guild district. Sera had found it in the Assessor’s Guild’s oldest records, filed under Infrastructure Anomalies — Pre-City, which was the bureaucratic equivalent of a room where things got put when nobody knew what to do with them.

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