Cloaked in darkness, I stared out through the window of the crumbling tower. The years had not been kind to this place; nor to me. The weather of time had eaten away at the stone and mortar of my soul, and the tower slowly crumbled in unison.
Category: Literary Sojourns Tags: adulthood, castle, childhood, fairies, flash-fiction, keep, magic, short story, story, tower
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