by Paul Truttman |
To the east breeze. To the west mold, mildew and intense cold penetrating regardless of season. A queen so very young desires more than duty and kingless loneliness. A servant, old enough to remember companionship, wants to fuel a queen's love. We perceive a castle with its length reduced by at least half. Yet the whole sustains only one drawbridge and portcullis. We perceive a mystery no longer surreal or imagined.
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