Chapter 18
18. Silver Light Under the Tomb
In the dim light preceding the full bloom of dawn, I found my way back to the confines of my dwelling. It was a recent addition to the grand, orient-inspired architectural tapestry of the city, my residence for the past month or so. Despite my brief absence, the familiarity of the streets sung to me a song of nostalgia, of homecoming. Yet, before I could bask in the warm glow of home, a sight most disconcerting assailed my senses.
"What in the world of God is this mayhem?" I bellowed, rushing towards the men at work. Taken aback, they ceased their actions, fixing their gaze upon me.
"Who commanded you to undertake this venture?" I demanded.
"The proprietor of this establishment," they responded.
Amongst the inventory they were shifting lay articles familiar to my eye, indeed, belongings of my own abode! I confronted these brash intruders.
"I am the proprietor! Who dares misrepresent me?"
"The owner of this structure," they countered.
The entirety of the situation dawned upon me. In the wake of my temporary confinement, the building's master, bereft of contact from my side, had decided to purge my living quarters, disposing of my furniture. An act of theft, by any other name!