CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
I leaned to one side and looked past him into the darkness. The few rays of light that came through the vines illuminated slimy walls covered in moss and mold. Stunted ferns grew out of the walls and vines drooped from the ceiling.
“Not exactly a pretty sight, is it?” I commented.
“Decay often isn’t,” Tegan commented as he half-turned to the festering mess. “And these walls were never meant to be this damp.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Tegan scraped his hand against a nearby wall and revealed the rotten remains of a flower pattern. “This was once a hallway.”
My eyes widened and I stepped up to the all. Tegan helped by lighting a fireball in his hand and I could make out layer upon layer of wallpaper mixed with crumbling bits of plaster. I presse
