Marrok | Fort

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 figure smiled. At least, the porcelain face seemed to crack in a way that might have been a smile. fort marrok

In the silence, she heard footsteps behind her. Lightning split the sky

Not a stone door. A metal one, riveted like a submarine hatch, with a wheel for a handle. The figure smiled

"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."