Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 10
“THIS IS DEFINITELY where he tortures people.”
The small shack stares silently back at me, the green vines twisting and
growing through the stone siding seeming to mock me as I converse with
myself. It’s the only other building on the property, sitting far off to the side
like the separation makes it somehow less conspicuous.
“You’re not fooling anyone, Kal,” I murmur, narrowing my eyes at the
metal bars framing the opaque window and the boards nailed to the front
door, barring entry.
What else could the building possibly be used for?
“Are you talking to yourself?” Marcelline calls from the window in the
kitchen, close enough that she doesn’t have to scream.
“Yes, Marcelline, I am. You won’t give me a guided tour so I’m making
it up as I go along.”
In truth, I’ve already scouted out the Asphodel three times since the day