Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast
“Deception travels, like a blackening swarm of ravenous flies, landing on the innocent, infecting them, changing them. Coloring them, these innocents, with the sins of those who deceived first.”
They were walking now, his arm guiding her down the hall toward the room lit only by flickering flame. A waiting cavern of dark wood and leather couches. Past the paintings of Saint Sebastian the Deceiver. He of the torso that reminded her of cold white marble and the sad eyes and chubby ankles. She blinked, the hall, the paintings, the crystal chandelier glowing on the ceiling of the large room they were entering, blurring for the quickest of moments.
“You have lied,” he said again.
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