Chapter 48

Violet gently opened her door and poked her head out into the hallway. One or two gas lamps were still lit, but slowly dwindling. Silent as a mouse, she flattened against the wall beside a slightly cracked door. Inside, she could see the orange of the burning wicks flicker against the walls. Bits of clothes were strewn about the floor like leaves. And faded in the amber light were two shadows, ever morphing and changing shape. Violet dared to slink closer, and eventually put her eye to the crack at the door.