Chapter 28
28 Terminus, 24 December 1871 Fiona followed Devon into the basement of the house. As though her brain knew she considered turning into a mouse, she began to smell in more detail. The musty odor of the wooden steps told her they must be old and would need to be replaced soon. The earth said it hadn’t wanted to relinquish space for the house and its invading humans, and it still held secrets. The air, chill and dry, seemed to swirl around her, curious as to what she was doing. And as she descended, her eyesight became dimmer until she again saw things in black and white and shadow and light. She needed to hold on to the rail so as not to lose her footing. Or perhaps she felt she was about to change because of the experiments she could sense behind the door. Devon didn’t need to point it
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