THRICE Fiction Apr. 2014 - Page 32

Stasis O Elizabeth Kroll ld. It’s the first thing you think when you hack through the door of the abandoned fortress. It’s a shame too; it was a beautiful door, but the intricate carvings go unnoticed as you step over the splintered wreckage into the derelict hall. Dust coats the floor. Beneath your feet are remnants of older tracks, distinguishable only by differences in layers of dust. In your wake, you leave glimpses into the pa