Chapter 89
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This wasn't a regular house; it was probably a small warehouse. It had a two-story storage area and a small office, which would be his living quarters.

Just outside the warehouse stood this loading platform to help load and unload goods from carts and wagons.

For heavier items, there should have been a simple hoist above the warehouse door, but there was none. There might have been a crane operated from the catwalk, but that wasn't there anymore either.

Most of the building's space was for sto
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