He couldn’t help but feel disappointed: This was not the glittering center of culture he expected. The Basement might’ve been, for all its lackluster, a port town where sailors came to lose their sea legs. There were fountains of beer everywhere, for heaven’s sake! He’d passed six more since the first. The Everyman’s Guide was a little vague in its description of the Basement’s atmosphere, casting it as something of an amiable gateway to the greater attractions above, but even this seemed an exaggeration. It was more comforting to think of the Basement as the Tower’s mudroom. It was the place
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