The Gallery Вђ“ Episode 2: Heart Of The Emberston... -

The heavy mahogany doors of The Gallery groaned as Elias stepped inside, the scent of turpentine and ancient dust clinging to the air. Behind him, the city of Oakhaven was drowning in a relentless rain, but inside, the silence was absolute—until a faint, rhythmic pulsing began to thrum through the floorboards. "You’re late, Elias," a voice rasped from the shadows.

Elias moved toward the light. In the center of the rotunda stood a canvas draped in heavy velvet. This was the , a piece rumored to have been painted with pigments ground from volcanic glass and the ashes of a forgotten kingdom. As Elias reached for the cloth, the pulsing grew stronger, a warm vibration that made his fingertips tingle. He pulled the velvet away. The Gallery – Episode 2: Heart of the Emberston...

It was Silas, the curator, his face half-hidden by the brim of a moth-eaten hat. He didn't look up from the ledger he was scribbling in, but he pointed a gnarled finger toward the North Wing. "The new acquisition is restless. It doesn’t like the humidity." The heavy mahogany doors of The Gallery groaned