House Of Darkness House Of Light - Plot & Excerpts
Ferdinand Foch Curled up into a ball at the center of the loveseat, knees to chin, a wounded woman gazed pensively into the fireplace, studying the sights and sounds of flames. Fire: A beautiful, powerful force of Nature; an unparalleled source of fear. It had become a test of wills: trials and tribulations to the infinite power. Carolyn closed her eyes and she prayed, hoping faith alone would sustain her through an ordeal; intangible, invisible faith. It was all she had left to rely on, all she had to call upon in the dark of night; this…and her own restless spirit. The clock above her head remained silent, its slender tendrils fixed in place at 5:15 a.m. The timepiece seemed destined only for display, hanging in their house as vintage artwork; a legacy piece, otherwise abandoned, as if a license to claim what it all but demanded was bestowed by right (or rite) of passage. An evil presence marking her moment, from then on it remained undisturbed, eerily absent its chiming; at rest, set at precisely the time it had twice chosen.
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