Saturday, 13 October 2012


A stand off persisted. In the vaulted cellar all work had stopped and in concentration each studied the opposition in silence. Strange echos reverberated from the passage that lay ahead, clashes, grunts, screams? At some point an eerie incantation appeared to drift from the darkness.

Something should happen but nothing did, a void existed in time and each passing moment was an age.

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