The refrigerator was not a magic door, just a hidden one. Where the floor should have been there was a tunnel that sloped downward perhaps fifty feet before leveling off. Even Ronan, whose eyes were better adapted for the dark than any human’s, could barely see where he was going in the near-perfect darkness. There was light ahead, but it was diffuse, the source hidden.
The earthen tunnel was wide and rounded, the soil rich with rot and so compact that it was almost like stone. The familiar stink was strong, masking even the stench of decay that marked this place. The tunnel was a burrow—one of a type he’d seen before.
Ronan continued, weighted down by a dread so intense it felt like physical illness. He hoped his assumptions about the homunculi’s presence here were correct. This
