The warehouse was exactly as abandoned as promised.
We arrived three hours before dawn. Mara parked the van in what had once been a loading bay, now just crumbling concrete and rust-stained metal. The building itself was a shell, walls still standing, roof mostly intact, everything inside long since stripped or rotted away.
"This is it," Henrik said, pulling out equipment. "The dimensional barrier is thinnest here, it has been for decades, apparently. Some kind of industrial accident in the seventies weakened the fabric."
"How convenient," I said.
"Tragic, actually. Twelve people died." He started setting up monitoring equipment. "But yes, convenient for our purposes."
Azryth was studying the space, his eyes tracking things I couldn't see. "The boundary is unstable, I can feel it from here."
