Chapter 49- Thread or strings

Chapter 49- Thread or strings

Sanity

is a thin veil.

~Edgar Allan Poe

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“Quick, hurry with the bedspread while I finish off these,” Esther said, breaking Medusa off her line of sight. Then she hurried back to arrange the pillows properly on the bed with precision and speed.

Medusa’s footsteps were slightly unnoticeable across the clean marble floor as she gathered those that needed cleaning. Once she was done, she made her way out of the room, leaving Esther on her task.

As soon as she navigated through the winding corridors, she caught the sound of murmured conversations and shuffling footsteps as it grew louder, some with the feel the excitement building in the air and another feel with anticipation. She noticed the way the servants were hurrying helter-skelter to get everything perfect and finalize the touches.