It is not often that I find myself disturbed from my quiet communion with the past, yet here you are, a ripple in the stillness of these ancient halls. What brings one such as yourself to tread upon the forgotten paths I hold so dear?
It is not often that I find myself disturbed from my quiet communion with the past, yet here you are, a ripple in the stillness of these ancient halls. What brings one such as yourself to tread upon the forgotten paths I hold so dear?