The inside of the apartment building was as run down as the outside. The building, however, was hidden by the Pale, so there was no graffiti, no empty beer cans or drug paraphernalia except what might have been left over from the tenants. Unlike a normal abandoned building, this one had not been taken over as a crack house or squatters’ home.
They stood in the darkened entrance breathing the stale air. Dust motes danced through the shafts of light coming from the window in the door. The walls were stained brown with mold and in a few places the plaster had flaked off, exposing wood underneath.
“You feel that?” Abigail asked.
“Yeah, there’s something here, and if it’s in this kind of place it’s nothing we want to meet.”
“Normally I’m kind of in tune with life--comes with being a Sai
