A wall was not always a wall, and there had once been a door here. Vanessa turned her fingers on the stones, looking for a trigger, a mechanism, anything that might offer a way out. As the steps came closer, their owner could be heard whistling an opera tune, something out of Wagner's Tristan und Isolde.
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Date: 2015-11-18 09:44 pm (UTC)