บท 119: God's Grace

The night sky was dark as ink, with stars dotted for as far as the eye could see. The sky was a canvas and the artist had sprinkled specks of white all over it.

Very sparse clouds could be seen in the sky. They hung at low altitudes, covering the city in a pall of obscurity.

The deserted streets of Damascus were still covered in snow, creating an eerie atmosphere that threatened to swallow everything in its path.

Only the sounds of the sparse rustling leaves and the creaking of the tree branches could be heard as a gust of cold wind blew from time to time.

The only light, this late into the night, came from the gas lampposts. The silence was overwhelming.

At the edge of the slums, was a small three-storied apartment building. The building was dilapidated and its walls were damp.