The Afflicted, part 10
It was morning when Shin awoke. He was tucked into a soft bed and a large room complete with a small dining table, a couch, and a pair of bookshelves framing a brick fireplace. His robes were dirty and bloodstained. (more…)
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It was morning when Shin awoke. He was tucked into a soft bed and a large room complete with a small dining table, a couch, and a pair of bookshelves framing a brick fireplace. His robes were dirty and bloodstained. (more…)
Drago led the way through the darkened city, weaving a path between the buildings and darting across the streets. Garnet stayed close behind him while Shin kept pace with Vera.
“Why do we act like criminals?” he asked.
“The Afflicted are sequestered,” said Vera. “It’s not a good idea to be seen heading into — or out of — their area.”
“Are people really that afraid of being judged?” (more…)
They had three responsibilities on their day off: prepare meals for everyone in the house, keep the house clean and in good repair, and wash their robes. Beyond that, they were free to spend their time as they wished.
As Shin gasped and staggered to a stop at the boarding house door, a sweaty Ethan popped up off the steps and clapped him on the back. “Nice! I think that was better than Phony did on his first try. Let’s get you some water.” Through sheer enthusiasm, the athletic Ethan had convinced Shin to spend what little money he’d earned on a ragged pair of shorts and baggy shirt and go for a run through their neighborhood. By the end, his lungs threatened to burn him from the inside. (more…)