& the needle moved

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

Metal brick against ear
Heart stopped, pressing closer

I can feel her behind me

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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