No Shelter
Liam climbed out of the SUV and walked solemnly up the steps to the front door of Smythe and Seavers, laying his hand upon the grand old wooden door. It creaked beneath his touch. No one had even bothered to make sure it was sealed shut. It was a wonder the elements hadn't invaded, or the rodents and vermin that made the city their home.
Liam glanced back over his shoulder and nodded at his minders. Then he stepped through the threshold into the mausoleum beyond. The storefront smelled of old parchment and wood. Dust coated the aisles, bookshelves, and the desk where Gilbert had once stood at the ready to receive all inquiries and customers. He turned down an aisle at random, running his finger across the spines of old volumes that no one would ever read now.
Pausing at the end of the row he stopped and opened his own book back to the first page, retrieving Liza's handkerchief and raising it to his nose. Liam turned and looked down the aisle, leaning into the one power he had left.
Sense the Other. To the best of Liam's ability to tell, is he alone?
Snapping the cover shut he stuffed the kerchief into his pocket... and retrieved the small pebble lying therein. Cellphones were obvious. The signal traceable. Assamite sorcery however was not - at least Liam hoped.
Still, he assumed he was being eavesdropped upon even if his minders had had the decency to wait behind at the car. The sending stone vanished beneath his tongue as he rounded the end of the aisle and doubled back towards the desk, stopping with his hand upon it.
"Well Old Man," he said, looking up at the high shelves with a wistful smile and looking for all the world as though he were addressing the house itself. "You'll never guess who was waiting for me when I woke up tonight."
Liam rapped his knuckles against the desk and shook his head.
"Your old friend Noonian van Fokke. Seems I chose just about the worst place in Verdant Falls to lay down my head. And now I expect he'll do to me what he did to you, or perhaps to Msizi. I'm not sure which is worse."
Running his palm off the edge of the desk, Liam turned towards the back of the house and started walking.
"So I've come to say good bye. van Fokke offered me that little kindness, at least. I don't expect I'll have long. The Witchfinders outside will only be patient for so long."
Liam stepped into the back room. He spoke to two ghosts as he continued, one living and one dead.
"You were always kind to me, Mister Seavers. There for me when I needed you most. I have not forgotten."
He paused in front of the entrance to Seavers' haven proper.
"I regret that I couldn't be here the night you needed me."
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