Rakshasa Book I, Part #4: Shadowfall - Plot & Excerpts
But despite my desire to press on to Cinder, when I saw what lay beyond I stopped and drank in the view. A wide, single room, in the style of the 1900s Australian farmhouse, was the entire of the ground floor of the house. The walls were papered with an off-white colour dotted with pink flowers of some variety I didn’t recognise. The floor was wood, painted a light green colour that was strange, clashing with the wallpaper. A couch, two covered chairs and a large wooden rocking chair facing away from me were the forepieces of the room, with a dining table and a dozen plain wooden chairs pressed up against the rear. Everything smelt of age and time, every piece of furniture covered in dust. A straight stairway ran its way up to the top floor. I stepped inside, warily, and the door slammed behind me, plunging me into darkness. “Good evening, Aurora.” My eyes almost instantly adjusted to the gloom, and the illumination from a few cracks in the walls gave me all the light I needed to see.
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