Emery – Chapter One
I was once a man
Street light flooded in through a small window and came to rest on an old orange glass lamp, casting a golden hue onto this mostly empty room.
All except for a single corner.
The corner was dim, light gradually faded, not ever leaving completely, but faded.
Residing in the corner was a writing desk covered in small pieces of paper from different sources. Books, magazines, pamphlets and all manner of printed material that had been mutilated to make a menagerie of text. Under the cuttings, drawn in a thousand different inks, were arcane symbols and images.
Accompanying the desk was a chair, small, quaint and covered with a badly worn red velveteen, but you couldn’t see the chair’s covering right now, not at this exact moment.
Here sat Emery.
