The Quiet Aftermath

Stella

The light of the moon streaming in through the high windows casts a dim blue glow over the corridor. As I step up to the cracked-open door of Lucius’s private chambers, however, a flickering orange light mixes in with the dusky blues and grays.

“Hello?” I call out softly, knocking twice on the heavy oak door as I push it open. The room is furnished with a set of sofas and armchairs, a firep