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