The Wall i put my fears inside

when the reply was heard, the flews pushed back. the edges curled like old parchment set afire.

"a body." the statement given; voice gruff and quivering, speech akin a lazy river. "tis newborn... like godly son was... not too far of this date."

thin ice crunched beneath pads, as the sedate march continued.

"ah... and i do know thy make. thy soul, it doth barely quiver afore winter's breath."