epilogue

"Your shadow stretches long on the walls. I will put some more wood on the fire."
"Here. Wear my words to keep you warm, wear them to hide your thoughts."
"I have been running away and found no peace. I found you, the key to the door, or the door itself. Let me in."
"There is a morbid light sweeping the porch tonight. The searchlights caught the corner of my cloak."
"Yes. They are looking for you. Three thousand days and three thousand nights were woven into that cloak, trickery and pain not spared."
"Trickery I fall not for, pain I do not feel. I am still behind the door."
"Let me in. Please."
"You have waited for so painfully long to no avail."
"My supper is cold. Will you return?"
"No."