Blocked

The room is a mausoleum.

On one wall, a lifeless heart.

Within the room sits a corpse clutching a rusted sword.

Ghosts, their snow-white forms dotted with dried blood, block the exit. Taunt him.

They know that a dead man tells no tales.

Neither does a writer without a story.

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