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Sep. 7th, 2016 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
granularityThe old brownstone has stood, unopened and unchanged, for decades. Maintained, for lack of a better word, by a trust, the building was nevertheless an odd exception to the rest of New York City: empty and tomblike despite being on a prime piece of real estate in the middle of Manhattan with a view of Central Park to boot.
Regardless.
The doors are easy enough to open, old but surprisingly sturdy in spite of that. Still, they're only basic mecnanisms, easy enough to circumvent. The path leads past a few strange experiments covered in dust and of course, down to the main lab where a glass cage sits in the middle of a strange and eccentric collections of devices and momentos. Within is what looks like a stone statue, kneeling, head down as if in supplication.
Regardless.
The doors are easy enough to open, old but surprisingly sturdy in spite of that. Still, they're only basic mecnanisms, easy enough to circumvent. The path leads past a few strange experiments covered in dust and of course, down to the main lab where a glass cage sits in the middle of a strange and eccentric collections of devices and momentos. Within is what looks like a stone statue, kneeling, head down as if in supplication.
