Room Sixteen...a stone chamber which reminded me of my old
neighbors. Of course, that was a long time ago now, but would you believe
their decendants are still telling stories about me and my family to their
Even if most of the stories are lies and exaggerations, it is
immortality of a sort.
As I passed in front of an open doorway a figure,
crossing the hall outside, saw me and immediately ran off.
"Who was that?"
"Another visitor, to be sure."
"Why did he run away?"
probably scared him," I said, and they apparently believed me.
regrets on my part we left for...
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