Chapter 12
The inside of the house had been as neglected as the outside. Tears ripped through the tiny red flower pattern on the wallpaper, white threads were all that remained of the carpet in places, and the wooden bannister of the staircase that took up most of the hall had no shine of polish left at all.
“This way, Miss Trent.” Bertrand started up the stairs. “It’s such a subtle difference to explain to one who has not faced the shadows themselves.”
Newspaper clippings had been tacked to the wall along the steps. Maggie glanced at the articles as she passed.
Tragic news of Shiver’s transition in the shadows…
A flock of shadows found moving through the sea lanes has driven commerce from the docks…
The Rulc family disappeared from their home last night…
“How old are these clipping
