Cul-de-Sacrifice — Chapter 1: The Altar in the Cupboard, Page 12
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The shriveled arm stands beside the altar. Young man: “Holy Water! Okay. Got it.” Older man: “I object to the term, ‘Your Eminence,’ but there was some consecration involved in its creation.” Woman: “So it was supposed to be there?” Older man: “It was intended as insulation, yes.” Young man: “So I removed the insulation...” Young man: “...and raising the altar switched the flow back on.” Older man: “Hmm. It could be plausible, I suppose.” Older man: “Hmm?” Sound effect: “SNKT” Woman: “The Cardinal’s Ring! You recognised him from it after five hundred years. Could it be holding enough of his identity together for this to find him?” Older man: “Certainly not. The ring is ceremonial. Nevertheless, speculation from above serves no purpose. Mr Keane, down you go.”
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A dark-haired woman, an elderly bespectacled man, and a young man examine a shriveled arm in a stone chamber and kitchen, with the older man lifting it and the younger man standing beside an altar.
About this chapter
A housing-weary tenant, his Goth lawyer girlfriend and a vain necromancer try to prove the living and the dead can share a house fairly. Cheap rent, utilities included, undead housemates. At least they don't eat your food.