Present

Christopher Dawson

Mary-Allison’s room is a place I’m familiar with, well, years ago before the castle was made into a hotel. It makes me sick to stay here for too long, knowing the twisted history of the castle—Knowing who else stays here. The First calls the castle home, but I can’t feel him within the stones.

All I feel is Mary-Allison, and I pray to a god I no longer believe in that she’ll wake. From the witches’ temple, I had to carry her as she ...