I layed there, above the stone pedestal, and they built the walls and pilars of the castle around me. I was not to move, and so the marvel floors and the persian rugs and the stained glass became my sanctuary, or was it their temple and my prison?
I layed there, above the stone pedestal, and they built the walls and pilars of the castle around me. I was not to move, and so the marvel floors and the persian rugs and the stained glass became my sanctuary, or was it their temple and my prison?
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