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FotD 3/26/09 - Propinquity
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Timeframe : 1260's
Rune leaned back, shoulders against cold stone. He couldn’t possibly be that lost. He’d been in a whole different country, more miles than he could count from the temple.
Perhaps it was another, of the same design; same stone work, same doors. Right. The same cracks between the same stones, same grain to the wood of the doors, the same tree with its same boughs dangling right over his head. And someone else must have carved out a garden in precisely the spot he had and let it go to waste for years. Certainly all a coincidence.
Idly prodding the gnarled roots that passed near his feet, he wondered, would he find the same black walls within.
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1260's
Rune leaned back, shoulders against cold stone. He couldn’t possibly be that lost. He’d been in a whole different country, more miles than he could count from the temple.
Perhaps it was another, of the same design; same stone work, same doors. Right. The same cracks between the same stones, same grain to the wood of the doors, the same tree with its same boughs dangling right over his head. And someone else must have carved out a garden in precisely the spot he had and let it go to waste for years. Certainly all a coincidence.
Idly prodding the gnarled roots that passed near his feet, he wondered, would he find the same black walls within.