The Cellar                                             -      -      - 
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The acrid smell of stale wine fills the air here as many of the bottles
of fine wine have fallen from their holders and broken on the floor and no
one has bothered to clean any of it up.  Glass shards litter the floor,
sharp enough to slice through soft leather boots.  The wind moans outside
scraping branches up against the only window in the cellar creating an eerie
sound.  Footsteps can be heard from above as dust falls down through the
cracks.  The only way out is to go back up.  Tread lightly.