Day 85 – Shelter in the Cellar of the Ruin of the Forge

The cellar of the forge is clearly inhabited. Someone has made himself comfortable here and … let’s say … opened a Devil butchery. The stench as we open the door to this room, the remains of shredded devil’s parts piled up on one side of the room, contrast with the almost cosy hammock and the small side table on which a book lies. The occupant must have been here recently. The meat is still warm.

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