A path outlined by rows of ancient stone Leads to the Dimholt, wooded with black trees Hard by the Dwimorberg. Not overgrown, It winds its way into a glen
Part 93 – Clang, clang, scrape. Clang, scrape. Clang, clang Sounds from down the hall woke Theomin. He found himself in pitch blackness again. The familiar sound of the oozing