She walked alone.

Maybe she knew she wasn’t supposed to, in a part of town like this; and maybe she’d been raised to think it improper for a Young Lady to go unaccompanied in any part of town, no matter how respectable. But she went alone. She loved to feel the cool of the spring breeze coming off the rain-damp bricks. She loved to feel the hard echo of her boots in those silent, godless galleries.

And one night, she came across a Goblin.

--Written by Alexander Saxton, and performed by Anthony Botelho.

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