Winding, labyrinthian corridors made up the lowest levels of the city. They were neither sewers, nor catacombs. There was nothing there but the maze, the occasional locked doors, old broken elevators, and a faint murmur of a chant and music echoing somewhere faraway.
Lost as he was, he hardly felt afraid.

It was the only place he could feel closer to home, closer to him.

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