Chapter 96 - Chapter 96

Their new hiding place was the sub-basement of an old, abandoned printing press. It was better than the sewage tunnel they had just escaped from, but not by much. The floor was dry, which was a welcome change, but the air was heavy with the smells of ancient dust and dried-up ink. A small, grated window at street level let in a dim, grayish light, creating a permanent dusk inside. The light fell on tall stacks of old, yellowing newspapers and the silent, massive shapes of printing machines that hadn't run in years.