Gabriel's Bookstore Duluth Novels & Stories

Chapter 68 The estate was unusually quiet that night, as though the air itself braced for the shift coming. Outside the balcony of the east wing, the city lights blinked lazily in the distance—innocent and unaware. Inside, Gabriel stood near the bar pouring himself a small glass of whiskey. His expression was drawn, eyes low, a thousand thoughts stirring behind them. The fire in the hearth danced quietly, throwing gold across the walls like a memory trying to burn itself into the future.