Abel didn't question why, around noon, a small figure draped in blue silk slipped into his office, taking a seat in the corner of the couch, as far from the window as possible. The Methuselah did not speak to Abel, did not look up as Abel shot him a strange look and drew the curtains tightly shut. He merely drew a leg up to his chest and would stared out at nothing in particular for a few hours until he passed out from exhaustion, leaving Abel to sigh and cover him with a spare cassock. When he... read more
