Junk Scrap 3

Darkness crept inside from beneath the very stairway on which they stood, its banister smooth and bright and gilded in gold, its pearl-white stair steps gleaming underfoot by the soft candle light… Something smelt of ice and winter in the air, as was common in these parts and time of season, but something of the darkness too------one could smell the darkness in this room. A bitter and distasteful odder to make your nostril hair curl into spools, and that would put a nasty smile on even the kindliest of face. Most inexplicably. ~_~b