We stood in what remains of the great hall
Among headless statues
faded tapestries
& what appears to be the remaining
4th wall
I try the dial again, hoping for a
*Static*
Ro*Static*ow*Static*ti*Static*
Metal brick against ear
Heart stopped, pressing closer
I can feel her behind me
Turning
SssSHHhh
She, growling
Hurling last signs sixty feet into the rubble
The ground shivering
We have to go now
There’s no more time
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