Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Trapped (cont.)

It was sheer will that had her swallowing the scream that threatened to escape as metal on metal echoed within the lighthouse walls but sheer will alone could not prevent the pervading chill that enveloped her body. Seemingly with a will all their own, with perfect precision and speed such as she’d never known her feet possessed, up the curving staircase she unerringly ran.
A quick search as she entered the lantern room told her there was nowhere to hide but she took brief comfort that the only whisper of breath came from the blanket of fog that cloaked the room.
“Aye, and now you have come to me at last.”

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