“So where do the little darlings sleep?” asked Stitches, trying to inject as much enthusiasm into the question as he was able, which was precisely none.
“In a little cubby hole in my bedroom,” said Egon, removing a large key from a trouser pocket. “I have a suite of rooms off the main dungeon complex.”
Stitches shuddered at the thought of what Egon's suite of rooms must look like. The set of the latest Saw movie sprang immediately to mind.
A short walk along the corridor led to a side door which Egon opened.
“This way, Master.”
Cold stone steps led down, down, and further down until the only light that was left was the meagre glow from a candle that Egon had produced from somewhere. Their footsteps echoed in the dark passage as their shoes clicked eerily on the frigid rock.
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