Drawer Dealings

Unluckily, the Sockfather will see you now

Prickle fell for precisely three panicked squeaks, then landed on something soft, sticky, and suspiciously warm. A long hallway stretched before it—narrow, with a ceiling so low that it was obvious that this was the kind of hallway that wasn’t one.

Just one that had been told to present itself as one.

Threads dangled from the ceiling like cobwebs, and ol…