![]() Had taken her purse up before speaking, dug out the keys to the old Motor Cart. ![]() ![]() She'd stood as a rock in the middle of the hall, blocking the way out to the world. Suddenly, Richard heard his mother's voice within his head. Billowing ribbons of dust danced along the slender rays, entertaining the watching boys, distracting them until the darkness closed in, until the colour of the light changed and took on the hue of blood. These tiny glass squares of life cast beams of airy gold into the spreading gloom. Small windows atop the western wall glowed with that special golden light which always seems to be reserved for crisp, autumn evenings. Shadows, almost lifelike in their furtive movement, crawled a few more inches away from the walls. Trying to ignore the sudden knot of pain in his stomach, Richard answered. ![]() Richard Bartholomew's little brother sat on the bottom stair and studied the line that bisected the rock-walled basement. ![]()
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