Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-29994693-20190730220743

“That metaphor spun wildly out of control,” Stitch said, stopping in his tracks with his paw on a specific book. The leather-bound tome had no title emblazoned on the spine and it seemed less dusty and more worn than the others. It stuck out, but only if you were looking for it.

“I don’t think they left.” Stitch said, attempting to pull the book off of the shelf. Instead of sliding off like a normal book, it only tilted and made a clicking sound like a lever being pulled. When he pulled it, the rug and floor beneath it fell away like a trapdoor to reveal a rather large hole beneath the floorboards.

“I knew it, a thieves haven.”