The map unrolls, a skin of dust,
where landmarks shift like whispers lost to a gust.
I trace a fracture, jagged, unfamiliar...
A place where my phantom feet wandered, chillier
than memory allows. A tongue they spoke is lost,
A melody unheard, for a dearly paid-for cost.
within the crumbling walls of an infernal keep,
A cracked, blackened mirror shows a face,...
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