(eng) Leanna Renee Hieber - Eterna Files 03 by The Eterna Solution

Author:The Eterna Solution [Solution, The Eterna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

TWELVE

From a ceremony to a vaudevillian exhibit of unfolding new technologies. All the world was a stage indeed, every day a new trial. If there weren’t a true evil underpinning her city, Clara could have delighted in the occupations of her life. But her world was clutched in a vise grip. Recent events had Shakespeare close to mind.…

We make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.

As the line was sourced from All’s Well That Ends Well, she hoped she could live into that title.

It was a glorious late autumnal day in the small, tree-lined confluence of Fifth Avenue and Broadway that created Madison Square Park—clearly a Halloween week if ever there was one. This was Clara’s favorite time of year, even if the perilously thin veil between mortal and spirit world was hazardous to her health.

When she and Bishop reached the park, Evelyn Northe-Stewart, dressed in a saffron day dress of frothy layers, moved to Clara’s side, touched a satin-gloved hand to the embroidered roses adorning Clara’s long-sleeved bodice, and indicated the passersby around them.

“Let’s have a listen in on the city’s sanity,” Evelyn said of the crowds. Clara nodded and the two took a silent stroll along a paved path around a copse of trees. Glancing up at Liberty’s torch, Clara saw nothing green but the touch of patina on the seams of copper. Between her Warding and Stevens’s chemistry, the partial statue remained free from perversion. They were, by each event, she hoped, closing doors the Summoned and their new mistress, the mysterious Celeste named in blood and confirmed by Rachel, would have preferred remain open.

Clara listened closely to conversations of milling passersby, to gauge just how much the Society had managed to tear holes in the fabric of New York’s sense of safety, wondering how effective the supernatural terrorism of the downtown displays, the torch or Columbia’s shambling corpses had been.

After enough time for empirical discernment, the two Sensitives returned to a waiting Bishop, tall and elegant in black top hat and tailcoat. Clara found herself blushing at the sight of the small white rose she had affixed to his lapel that morning, plucked from the bouquet he’d given her. Bishop noticed her blush and his piercing eyes of mercurial colors flashed. They had nearly fallen into a passionate kiss when she had bestowed the flower this morning, but the clock reminded them they would be late for the rendezvous and their ache was again prolonged.

“Well, my dear senator,” Evelyn began, returning them to the moment, “I am heartened to discern that New York as a whole, sampling tidbits of conversations from all walks of life and background, is wary, but not on a precipice. It takes New Yorkers more than a few bouts of weirdness to be thrown. Clara, do you agree?”

Clara turned her face toward the breeze to cool her suddenly enflamed cheeks. “I do.”

“Our teams best keep it that way,” Bishop declared, and strode over to Spire and Franklin, Clara at his side.

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