The alarums were howling. I ignored them. When the smallest one pawed my robe, I gave him a pat and walked through the gate.
Down below the bacchanal continued. It would be impossible to hear the alarums, and I preferred a more private revelry. I trod familiar halls, unlocked your door.
Did they know what they did, down below? How they opened this gate every hundred years or so, held it fast with the beating of drums and the scent of musk? Tangled in your arms, wrapped in the rhythm of your voice, I like to think they do.
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