On the Broad Street side of the building that used to house Kriff's Furniture is a rusty door. Apparently there must be some sort of primitive religious significance to that location because food offerings have been left there. It appears whatever pagan god lurks on the other side of the corroding barrier enjoyed an orange but passed on a chocolate muffin after one bite.
If there's anything I like it's Lovecraftian litter.
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