As Elias walked away, he didn't notice the small, glowing ember that had jumped from the canvas onto the hem of his coat, smoldering quietly in the dark.
This story is a continuation of the dark fantasy series , picking up where the mystery of the cursed paintings left off. The Gallery – Episode 2: Heart of the Emberstone The Gallery – Episode 2: Heart of the Emberston...
It was Silas, the curator, his face half-hidden by the brim of a moth-eaten hat. He didn't look up from the ledger he was scribbling in, but he pointed a gnarled finger toward the North Wing. "The new acquisition is restless. It doesn’t like the humidity." As Elias walked away, he didn't notice the
Silas stepped out of the shadows, his expression unreadable. He looked at the neutralized canvas and then at the burn marks on Elias’s skin. He didn't look up from the ledger he
Elias stood up, rubbing his charred wrists. "It wasn't a song, Silas. It was a scream."