Kawl’s POV
The basement was once a wine cellar. The most exclusive vintages of Europe were shelved in wooden racks, trusted to the natural refrigeration of the soil behind the dense stone walls. There are ancient brackets for candles every few feet, but it's been so long since they were used that there isn't even any wax residue on them. It smells musty but in the dim light provided by the single bare bulb that dangles from the ceiling I can't see any water seeping in. At five foot seven I'm hardly a giant but I must keep my head bowed as I walk around it. It's larger than it seems from the doorway, and there are some alcoves built in. It's the perfect place to store the medications with it's moderated temperatures and lack of sunlight.
But that was not all about this place. The racks ha
