Chloe de Lullington
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Fire Exit
He didn’t remember paying the cabbie, or getting into the cab, and he certainly didn’t remember giving any instruction to take him to an ornate private members’ club in the heart of Chelsea. It was raining when he alighted, however, and he had no choice but to walk hastily and neatly inside, stepping through swinging gold doors and nodding in greeting at the austere doorman stood serene and sentinel, his epaulettes gleaming and his moustache shining almost as much. Barclay touched a hand almost self-consciously to his own – it had taken him months to achieve a satisfactory waxed effect, and he was sure his valet had been sniggering behind his back about the supreme efforts it had necessitated.
By Chloe de Lullington3 years ago in Horror