The living man disturbs the dust of death, sending it swirling into the sunbeam. He walks along the path of light which has fallen upon the floor of that long abandoned chamber. Grinning skulls of yesteryear watch with darkened eyes as the carved faces smile blindly upon the intruder.
The dead man lies helplessly, trapped in his flesh by day, as long avoided justice comes crashing through the door of his hold. Then silence. He feels the blazing light of the sun. There! Imperceptible, the soft, tip-toeing footsteps draw nearer. He cannot move. He cannot even tremble. He is helpless.
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