Lady Bluebeard

Lady Bluebeard

Centuries of cold live in these walls. Spiders build their empires, in this wind-bleak stronghold. And my lady keeps to her tower room. “My man-boy,” she says. “Will you protect me?” I’ve left behind the boy, and become the man. We are all creatures of the castle.

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