'There's no way this is a coincidence. It's the same tunnel, same arch, same construction, same steps… I didn't see a single other place like this on the entire run here.'
Grey realized then that this must be what Baron Giyoto was actually trying to hide.
A secret passage through a public sewer right into his own private steps to the Church.
Grey made his way to the top of the steps and then pressed a hand above his head, running his palms across the surface and looking for something, anything that would get him through.
But there was nothing at all. There wasn't the same tingly sensation, and none of the same grooves. It was like it was just a perfectly flat ceiling, one that had been marinating in shit juice for who knew how many decades or centuries.
'Fuck.'
He pulled his hand back and wiped it on his side. He knew that there probably wasn't any actual shit on the ceiling above him, but the moist heat wasn't helping ease his mind at all.
The smell was only worse.
