Corruption, Part 4.5: Sylphine’s Story (Cont.)

(Read the previous entry here or refer to the Fiction Index for a full listing.) Sylphine has paused for an extended period of time. She adjusts the candle, picks a stray thread from the hem of her robe, almost as if unwilling to go on with the story. Finally, taking a deep breath, she continues

Corruption, Part 4: Sylphine’s Story

(Read the previous entry here or refer to the Fiction Index for a full listing.) I suppose my childhood was a normal one. Dad worked with a trading caravan, running supplies to Lakeshire and other nearby cities. Mom stayed home with Rina and I. We were happy, living in our small house in Old Town.