The Coal Beneath
Act I: The LegThe staircase at Weatherburn Manor groaned the way old things groan—reluctantly, resentfully, but faithfully. Eliathas Weatherburn took each step one at a time, his right leg a prosthetic of wood and leather that clicked softly against each wooden stair, a sound as regular as a clock and twice as unreliable.He reached the second floor and pulled himself along the banister,...
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