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Poet waited until night had fallen before she opened the manhole cover. She was quickly greeted with the stench of stagnant water and rotten trash. Poet tied one end of the rope ladder to the a nearby tree and kicked the rest down into the dark abyss below. She then lit a torch and began to descent into the darkness. Inside it was dark and damp, the warm glow of her torch illuminating parts of the sewer floor below. The young assassin was intrigued to find that the torches on the wall had been lit, giving a clue that this place had been used recently.
Poet stepped off the later and examined the large cavernous room. It was filled with sewage water and smell bad. Her small hand gripped the hilt of her torch and brought it to the nearby wall. A large iron door was there and from what she could tell, it was locked.
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Cthulhu, did you think about writting all your story as if it was a book, and release it in .pdf format? You know, kind of a fanfiction with screens of your character! It would be a very nice thing to read.
Hugs!
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...or maybe there's a mechanism somewhere to open that door.
Nice short story again! I'm looking forward to the next part!
btw: this is one of the Cyrodiil mysteries.
one may crawl into the deepest sewer, the eldest ruin
or the farthest cave, there's always been someone,
just about ten minutes earlier, to lighten
the darkness with torches and candles...