WITHIN DR. MINWALLA'S FORBIDDEN LAIR: A DESCEND INTO GLOOM

The heavy doors groaned open, revealing a winding staircase that descended to check here an unseen depth. A {chill{ breeze, smelling of decay, swept across my face as I hesitated upon the threshold. The air was cloying, filled with the echoes of forgotten things. A sense of foreboding washed over me, a conviction that I was stepping into something