I feel like the steps here are a wood, very ore, brilliant, brilliant, and the wall feels

like wood, paneling, also. Are we in the estate? I don't know. I think so.

Okay, okay. It looks like a dead end at the top of the stairs. No doubt it's a hidden doorway.

We had found one previous. We? Yes, yellow and eyes. It was part of a bookshelf. I bet this is

the same to hide this path down from prying eyes, those who would wish to stop what they've done

here. You think people tried to stop them? Sure. Obviously this cult is bent on power and dominating.

Based on what? Based on everything that person said. Matthew? Yes, yes. He said that they sought out

the black stone, an all-powerful object. I'm sure others sought it too. You need to hide that

and then bless you. What? If this place was abandoned, if that black stone room wasn't used any more,

I wonder if they found it. We're up at the top. Right. Well, is there any pull cord or knob here

that looks like it opens the wall? Yes, there's a thick braid of rope hanging on the right side.

Okay. Larsen isn't expecting us, which gives us the advantage. First, we find our things. I have a

dagger in there. The one cane gave you? Yes. The one you stabbed yourself with to save me? Yes.

You're going to kill him with that? Yes, John.

Where are we? Describe it. We're in a side room. Maybe you off the kitchen.

There are bags of flour and potatoes. Goards hang from the ceiling. It may be a pantry. Good, good.

No light. It's dim. There's a thin blue light coming from a window. I can't quite see it. Drop the torch.

Yes, a pantry for sure. Well used by the looks of it. Is it still raining? I can't see the window

author. Well, it seems empty in here.

The window faces out to a thin, frost-covered garden. The sky is clear. The moon is bright and full.

It's still night. It's not dawn yet. Not yet. Good, good. There's still time. Still time for what?

To make it right. What are you talking about? Nothing. Just I'm going to kill last tonight.

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