A dank stairwell. Round and round.

Down.

Trisha Sallow descended into the deep. Arriving at an unlocked wooden door.

Pushing it open, she beheld a lush space filled with countless luxuries.

Comfy furniture. Racks upon racks of the latest clothes. Embroidered upholsteries. Fantastic artwork and expertly carved busts. Countless shelves of historical tomes. Display cases of cut gems. Weapon racks and holders. Armor stands. A decades old winery accompanied by cheeses and a nearby brewery. An underground greenhouse filled with fresh vegetables and produce. Barrels of stockpiled grain and seeds.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

A bunker and treasury.

Trisha walked forward, ignoring it all. Her eyes were set on the figure lounging on a couch, sipping wine, back turned.

Stopping, Trisha looked down over the back end of the couch.

"Are you having fun... Melody?"

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End of Volume 1