Chapter 13
by 
SweptUnderfoot
What next?
Search the front desk
A search of the desk yields nothing of note- all of the drawers are closed tight, locked by silver keyholes that wouldn't fit the key that let you in even if you still had it. Some papers clutter the top of the desk, but you're entirely unable to read them, having lost the mental fortitude to do so. The most prominent page has a diagram filling most of the page, which appears to be an image of a man laying spread-eagle and sporting a prominent horsecock, lengthy enough to reach to his knee in the drawing. Another page is a clear calendar, with entries for each day, bar one, though you don't think any more of it.