An oddness surrounded this place. It was more long than it was wide, its cobblestone floor sending echoes of Lorelai’s party’s hoofsteps throughout the ruined place. Much of it was worn stone and iron, though its walls used to be good, strong wood, now rotting and speckled with holes and cave-ins. On either side all down the corridor were unusual cells, iron bars creating windows to peer through, but the bars stopped before covering the doors, which were onl...