The Broken Hourglass Monday Update
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Some forces will not be denied.
Zephra pressed her cheek into the warm, unyielding windowpane. In the distance, she could see the imposing curves of the gladiators' amphitheatre and the crowds that swarmed triumphantly from the shelter of its arched gates. For them, the afternoon had provided a satisfying spectacle in the open air with the early autumnal smells of roasted walnuts and wilted honeysuckle.
Zephra drew lazy figures on the glass with her finger. Of course it was satisfying for them. They were free to come and go as they pleased. They were not trapped in a damnable villa, cut off from the entire damnable city with him.
