Fort Marrok ((full)) -

Lightning split the sky. For an instant, the figure's hat was blown back, and she saw its face—or rather, the lack of one. A smooth, featureless oval of porcelain, with only the faintest impression of features beneath, like a mask not yet finished.

The humming stopped.

Tonight, the fort was restless.

Another flash of lightning. The figure was closer now, though she hadn't seen it move. fort marrok

"You've been repairing things for years," it continued. "Clocks. Hearts. But you've never tried to repair what's broken here. What's been screaming in the well since before the first stone was laid." Lightning split the sky