Silas’s Private Chamber

Eren blinked, and watched as Silas wheeled through the stairway.

For a moment he thought the old man would topple with the chair and fall all the way.

He saw it play out in his head and brushed it away apprehensively.

Fortunately the chair, and Silas, and himself went safely into the chamber, lights blaring to life as their entry alerted the motion sensors inside.

The late expanse of engineered space held many different things that were not built to be in the same space.

There was a comb under sealed glass and fluorescent light.

Some hair on a petri dish.

A bunch of outdated radios and tape recorders that could have been used by Hitler himself.

Some complicated machinery that was beginning to gather some weeks-old dust.

And then a large surface wall covered entirely with papers and photographs.

The last bit caught Eren’s attention and he wandered off toward the pile of valuable garbage apparently assembled over years of underground digging.

Behind him Silas explained - “Wincheste