Our Princess in Another Castle

 

Inside the pale keep Max stands staring down a long corridor of doors like the barrel of a gun. Rectilinear shadows crawling along mossy stone from dim tongue of torchlight.    Through fuzzyblue a sign: BEWARE TRAPS.

 

A table lined with keys. Paintings posed to fall. Memory like fungus.

 

Every flame was a moment. Each room, a regret.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

 

 

 

 

 

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