She made it through dinner before realizing they were off. She’s blushing, lacing as quickly as possible, but it takes some time. Servant Sarah hands each of us a lit candle. Mimicking our hosts, we hold the unflickering flames to our faces and fall in line to march up the creaking stairs. “The second floor is where the Judgment takes place,” Vincent says, stopping before a door on a tight landing before the staircase curves up again. There are no hallways on this floor—just the door. He reaches inside the neck of his nightgown and pulls out a tiny key on a chain. Turning the lock beneath a glass doorknob, he pushes against the door. It glides open. Stone hearths flank each end of the great room, baking with fire that casts ginger light and generous heat. The outer wall is solid windows, yet the furniture, bulky with velvety cushions, faces inside the room. There’s no extra seating for visitors. The four separate wingback chairs form a circle around a tiny, but high, table. A crystal ball, set on thin prongs, is placed there.
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