Prelude to the Resurgence: "Seeking" Aid Taking a winding key from his vest pocket with one paw and wiping his sweat-fogged brass goggles with his other, he placed the winding key into the box and began to turn it...
Master of Ceremonies: Part Nine My feet sloshed through the mud as I wandered through the endless forest. I was alone and had no destination in mind. I just had to get away.