LIMINALIA

Every now and then they would reach a new floor. Each floor was a room, like a house.

They were now in what seemed to be a small kitchen.

“The Towers were the Graces’s homes. Their quarters, their place of rest.”

It was kind of a sad view. A place once so full of life… now reduced to ruins.

They kept climbing.

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