The Coven smelled of damp wool and scorched incense. Its familiar clutter of spellbooks, empty bottles, and ancient weapons seemed almost indecently comforting.Coil emerged first, followed by Hull, whose boots struck the flagstones with a noise like a dropped safe. Vixen stepped through last, adjusting her hair.The black door shut behind them.For several seconds nobody … Continue reading Gotham Shadowrunners at the Coven Door