the smuggler’s bible

Ashwin

It’s been years, but the old place still looks exactly the same. He goes around yanking sheets off of the furniture and throwing open windows to let the breeze in.

“It’s terrible.”

“No! You’ll love it once we get things cleaned up. I admit there isn’t much sun. That just means the curtains won’t fade.”

“Ashwin, please, it looks a hemophiliac ghost murdered a vampire in here. After a struggle.”

“You noticed the blood?”

“I noticed the blood.”

“Right,” Ashwin says, scuffing  a stained floorboard with the toe of his shoe. “I had hoped to ease you into that gently.”