Fragment, you say? Nonsense, or this is not the Fireside.
Quick, before they bring out the dead.
Ring the bell. Let it be heard.
We have the same taste now. Unsure, I take my usual escape route. I fold my hands in my lap. Like the sound of rustling leaves.
Wet earth. Hills of houses.
Elaborate doors.
We can see no more.
That simply would not do.

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