Drawing of the Dark
Drawing of the Dark
“The low ceiling of the last corridor was black and greasy from centuries of candle smoke, and the oil-lamp in Aurelianus' bony hand sent up its own infinitesimal deposit.
'Where the hell are we going?' Duffy demanded, in a whisper so as not to awaken any tenants in the rooms on either side.
'The old chapel.' At the end of the hail stood two tall iron doors set in a Romanesque arch, and Aurelianus fished a ring of keys from under his gown and turned one of them in the lock. The doors swu...ng open easily and the two men stepped through.
The moon lit the stained-glass windows in shades of luminous gray, and Duffy was able to see without the aid of Aurelianus' smoky lamp. The high, domed ceiling, the pulpit, and the pews and kneelers clearly identified the room as a chapel, in spite of the dustcovers pulled over the statues and crucifix, and the piles of boxes, buckets and ladders beside the doors.
Duffy waved at a stacked arsenal of mops and brooms.MoreLess
'Where the hell are we going?' Duffy demanded, in a whisper so as not to awaken any tenants in the rooms on either side.
'The old chapel.' At the end of the hail stood two tall iron doors set in a Romanesque arch, and Aurelianus fished a ring of keys from under his gown and turned one of them in the lock. The doors swu...ng open easily and the two men stepped through.
The moon lit the stained-glass windows in shades of luminous gray, and Duffy was able to see without the aid of Aurelianus' smoky lamp. The high, domed ceiling, the pulpit, and the pews and kneelers clearly identified the room as a chapel, in spite of the dustcovers pulled over the statues and crucifix, and the piles of boxes, buckets and ladders beside the doors.
Duffy waved at a stacked arsenal of mops and brooms.MoreLess
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