Tell who is my helpless thrall.
The statue kneels. Unmoving. Unblinking. Staring it itself. Knowing it can never move. Knowing it can never look away. Knowing all it is now is cold hard stone. It can vaguely remember before. It did something with, no too, owner and Thoight itself powerful. But then owner pulled the run out from under it so hard. It had fallen so fast, so hard. Now it was trapped. Forever standing. Forever hearing the whispers of its mistress in its ears it could never shut out.
It is stone.
It is a statue.
It is trapped.
Forever.
Toy Soldier Kelsey
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