Tag: murder

The king passed me in the night as the fuller's hammer kept a steady beat, like a heart or the ticking of a clock. He's out there now, making ready…

You say the king is dead, but I say he walked by me in the night. Not in regalia but the softer hues of a faded smock. There, of that…

The hammer fell, a steady rain of blows, making a music in the night, and by the fuller’s station I did rest, contemplating heaven's stars. The stable’s smell had wafted…