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Keep
Jan 6, 2007 5:39:26 GMT 1
Post by Taika of Narfell on Jan 6, 2007 5:39:26 GMT 1
The vaulted, grey ceiling hangs low overhead the still air feels dusty and dry stones tell a tale of a castle long dead a long tale of ages gone by.
Pulverised bricks between still solid mortar on granite foundations of yore such make the keep that once guarded the border it now guards the border no more.
Stories embedded in cobblestoned courtyard the gargoyles observe from above one feels the beat of the castle's entombed heart a stalwart and trustworthy love
Frost damaged tiles that surround the dark portal the door leading into the past an inspiring sight for a wandering mortal an impression that surely will last
Memories etched with the passing of ages in stones several centuries old these rocks carry tales worth the notice of sages tales that deserve to be told.
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