"Arthur," Elias started, his voice trembling. "Where did you get those?"
Elias, drowning in debt and currently sleeping in his Honda Civic, didn't ask questions. He didn't even mind the taxidermy. He just wanted a door that locked. "Worst Roommate Ever" Roommate Wanted - Part 1(...
He met Arthur at a dilapidated Victorian on the edge of town. Arthur was thin, wore a moth-eaten cardigan in eighty-degree weather, and smelled faintly of formaldehyde and old library books. "Arthur," Elias started, his voice trembling