WITHIN DR. MINWALLA'S FORBIDDEN LAIR: A PLUNGE INTO SHADOW

The iron doors groaned open, revealing a winding staircase that led downward. A {chill{ breeze, smelling of dust, swept across my face as I stepped through the threshold. The air was oppressive, filled with the echoes of long-dead things. A sense of trepidation washed over me, a feeling that I was entering into something both wonderful. {My{ foot