Witches
A dark word from a forgotten tongueI was in a drunken haze when I found the place. It was in the depths of the night, in an ancient city, on a street haunted by skeletally thin lost souls, lurking in doorways. The entrance was a large dark archway, once perhaps an entrance to a grand building, crumbling reclining figures framed the top of the arch, partially obscured by the power cables running in a scrambled cluster to the side of the entrance. I wandered...