The heavy, male footsteps continued their ponderous, synced beat along the corridor. Tap. Tap. Tap. Measured.Patient. Never rushed. L14’s mouth froze in that rounded, petrified gasp. And I knew. The portraits stopped that frantic whispering. And waited. The room paused, prepared Rehearsed. Silence had learned obedience. As though every chandelier, hallway and cabinet in the … Continue reading The Master’s Footsteps