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Kira stood at the trapdoor. She looked down. The familiar wooden plank steps descended into the shadows below. She remained completely still. Her feet resisted carrying her any farther.
Come on. It’s not as if the Procurer is down there... Kevin needs you.
She gritted her teeth and took the first step down. Her legs were trembling and her breath came in short gasps. It was like walking into one of her own nightmares. She felt a trickle of sweat slither down her back.
Everything looked exactly the same. The stairs led to a small area with a wooden table. A long hallway stretched deeper into the basement with a set of three doors on each side. Each door had a wide, rubber flap at the bottom to allow a tray of food to be passed within. Bare light bulbs dangled from the ceiling to illum
