The Unburied Man

Dante

The De Leone estate was quiet in a way that few others were. It wasn't peaceful, the quiet was the kind that pressed upon you, heavy with the ghosts of old wars and unspoken worries. The morning light streamed in through the tall windows, gold-coating the marble floors and casting stark lines across the long dining table where my brothers and I sat.

Cassian leaned back in his chair, his face