I scurried down the unlit corridor. The lingering stench of his old memories and poorly wrapped-up thoughts grew with each corner I left behind. After an arduous climb covering what must have been at least a small pyramid I found myself facing a dead end. Not as dead as the rat in the corner, but … I turned to return the way I came only to find – another dead end. I sat down, exhausted and bewildered. So long a walk only to find: nothing, I had expected much more.
The scribbled note left in my cage days earlier had been vague, no proper signature other than the letter J. The words seemed more like utterings forced into the fabric of the parchment, more like a desire to convey a truth beyond the one mere mortals would expect to find in a message left … in a message… hidden. I had followed it’s direction to the letter and found the opening beneath the crypt. The unlit corridor had scared me at first but now, as I sat here wondering what to do next, I felt a peace inside. I felt I was on the way of discovery, of finding my truth.
Whoever this J is… they better not direct Slouch anywhere near the Tower of Turning…
