October – 1022 YD
The knocking on Tàvae’s door went unanswered. After several minutes of waiting, Kesia let herself in to a cold house.
__The fireplace stood black and empty, blankets strewn across the rug before it. Two candles were draped over their holders, let to die unsupervised. Kesia frowned and examined the rooms, of which there were few, before going to the library—the double-height, rounded room with shelves that spiralled the walls: her aunt’s pride and joy—but that, too, was unoccupied. Continue reading “Chapter Two: §6”