[Time Remaining: 06:12:44]
[Escort Targets: 12m — CRYING]
[Hostile Entity: 9m — ACTIVE]
[WARNING: Do not approach Hostile Entity without engaging Escort Protocol]
[Foundation Integrity: N/A]
The inside of the gingerbread house was bigger than the outside.
That was a Tower thing ... dimensional expansion of interior space on themed floors. I had seen it before.
It still looked wrong every time, the way a bag that holds too much always looks wrong. The interior stretched back at least forty meters, with a ceiling that climbed to ten, and the walls were lined with shelving that held jars of preserved things I chose to look at only briefly before looking away.
The oven was at the far end.
It was enormous — a freestanding iron structure the height of two people, burning orange through every seam and vent. The heat from it reached me at the doorway, immediate and serious, the kind of heat that makes the air between you and the source visible.
