Confronting the Fallen
“He was standing in a living area. On one wall was a long, black leather sofa with tables at both ends. The lamps on the tables were glowing softly, apparently turned on by the wall switch.
A coffee table stood in front of the sofa and several ornate rugs were scattered around the room.
On the opposite wall was a long, heavy book shelf stuffed with books of all sizes and colors. The smell of the leather and paper was soothing. They reminded Chris of a library; one of his favorite places. There w...as an archway across from the door that led to a second room.
Behind the sofa was a huge painting that took up almost the entire wall. Intrigued, Chris walked closer to the picture and took in the details.
It was a painting of a battlefield. The largest figure was of a man wearing gleaming armor riding a horse. The horse was rearing and its mouth gaped open in what looked like a scream of rage. The man was swinging a massive silvery sword that dripped with blood and his expression matched the fury of his horse.MoreLess
A coffee table stood in front of the sofa and several ornate rugs were scattered around the room.
On the opposite wall was a long, heavy book shelf stuffed with books of all sizes and colors. The smell of the leather and paper was soothing. They reminded Chris of a library; one of his favorite places. There w...as an archway across from the door that led to a second room.
Behind the sofa was a huge painting that took up almost the entire wall. Intrigued, Chris walked closer to the picture and took in the details.
It was a painting of a battlefield. The largest figure was of a man wearing gleaming armor riding a horse. The horse was rearing and its mouth gaped open in what looked like a scream of rage. The man was swinging a massive silvery sword that dripped with blood and his expression matched the fury of his horse.MoreLess
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