Author’s note: This is the short prologue to my collection of short stories, provisionally titled Demon Days: Nine Urban Tales
The Genizah
A dark hall. At the far end the slats of a broken louver filter the cobalt blue of city midnight across the wainscoting. Nobody is about, nothing stirs. All the remaining descriptors, the vivid features of the musty hall and dun floorboards, recline on imagination to fill them in.