29 Octobre 2015

Aubrey Parish, Louisiana

Eleni sits upright in the old-fashioned damask chair in the hotel. It was the kind of place time forgot, a relic of things that once were treasured and had since fallen into disrepair. A fire burns across the room, and the lights are dim. In Eleni's lap is a folded piece of red parchment, once sealed with the wax emblem of a black rose. She had lifted it carefully, and looked inside

She had remembered the past an...