& to a place i come where nothing shines
The knocks were quiet, as if the fingers rapping against the door were weak and the arm behind them weaker. But they were knocks, and they echoed ominously, somehow making their way through the foyer into the Guildhall beyond.
A voice followed, once strong, now broken. ”It’s Amun! Open up! I answered that fucking call and the monsters got me.” Although there was desperation and fear there, in what little voice there was, there was also an anger. Again came the pounding, this time from two sets of fists, neither of them sounding entirely whole or strong.
A voice followed, once strong, now broken. ”It’s Amun! Open up! I answered that fucking call and the monsters got me.” Although there was desperation and fear there, in what little voice there was, there was also an anger. Again came the pounding, this time from two sets of fists, neither of them sounding entirely whole or strong.
