CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
We slipped into the side street where the boys had emerged, and after a mile of walking, we found ourselves on the dingiest road I had yet seen. A few of the houses were merely hollowed-out shells, and some had even been burned to the ground, leaving only crumbling stone foundations. The only bright spots on the whole street were a few clumps of buildings here and there, but even those were in such a dilapidated state that I wondered if they were held up by magic.
I looked up at my guide whose own face reflected my grim emotions. “I’m guessing this is Brisbane Street.”
He nodded. “It is, and you’ll hardly find a more depressing street in the whole of the city apart from those controlled by the Shroud.”
“So which one of these fine establishments is the card shop?”
