They moved deeper into the building, the firelight flickering against walls that had not seen warmth in a very long time.
Most of what they found was useless.
Containers that had once held liquids or materials had long since dried out, their contents reduced to brittle residue that crumbled at the lightest touch. Shelves along the walls still held the outlines of where things had once been stored, but the items themselves were gone, either decayed beyond recognition or turned to dust so fine it had settled into the stone floor like part of it.
Michael opened one container after another. The same result each time. Whatever this place had been built to preserve, time had not been kind to it.
