Tales from The Delve - Foul Flame
The flame flickered, a tiny ember against the encroaching darkness. It danced precariously on the wick, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls of the old library. Amelia, hunched over a dusty tome, barely noticed. She was lost in the labyrinthine prose, the words weaving a spell of forgotten lore.
Suddenly, the flame sputtered and died. The room plunged into an inky blackness, leaving Amelia momentarily disoriented. She fumbled for the tinderbox, her heart pounding in her chest. The silence was thick, broken only by the rasp of her breath.
Then, a sound. A faint, rhythmic...
Suddenly, the flame sputtered and died. The room plunged into an inky blackness, leaving Amelia momentarily disoriented. She fumbled for the tinderbox, her heart pounding in her chest. The silence was thick, broken only by the rasp of her breath.
Then, a sound. A faint, rhythmic...