AIR IS EVERYWHERE
Why does the castle sit hard on the land? Where
is the end of the moat? Does the man in the tower,
with the lance and the staff, look down to wonder
about things? Deep within the fir forest nearby, a
few men are riding in - through snow and wind -
on their heavily-encrusted white horses. Huge
blankets hang from the back of each steed as the
men stage themselves for entry. The great drawbridge
clanks down - noisy chainlinks cranked open by
muscled men.
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