Sara and the Conqueror
She gasped in surprise; it clearly took her a moment to process the contact before she finally dropped her hands and returned the embrace.
"—days," she finished with a watery chuckle. "Now you’re going to make me cry too. I’ll see you around, Sara."
That was how my new life in the servants' quarters began. Even though the walls of the Twilight Zone pack house were no longer made of damp stone and cold iron, they felt just as thick. My room was small and drafty, tucked away in the attic wing. I had a window, yes, but the view felt like a cruel mockery—a narrow strip of gray, overcast sky that I was strictly forbidden to walk beneath.