I called out to Gin. We met outside the door, me holding the reels. He grew really quiet when he saw them. We shared one look, and without further word, we went up into the projection booth. Like with most of the rooms inside the theatre, there were signs of a fire. Soot lined the walls, and a hint of ash hung in the musty air. Gin thought the projector would be too damaged, but besides a thick layer of dust, it seemed in perfect working order. Once we got the first reel going, we rushed downstairs to the auditorium.
The Keeper’s Fare
Tale Told 