From the walls it comes. Sex, race, age are all unknown. This spirit seems as much an elemental force as some form of undead. The wall is now its body, cold now is its grasp. Stone, now, is its heart. Does it beat still?
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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