Rebolgged on Freeing My Muse
The Spirit led the Seeker back down the stairs and along the gallery until they came to the opened door of a small, cell-like room. It was essentially bare save for a cot piled with blankets, a desk and chair, and a small stand holding a ewer and basin.
“You may stay here for the night,” said the Spirit. “It is spare, but comforting. I shall be close by in the gallery. I will come to you if you need me. Your journey this night will be an important one. You will need your strength. I will send someone along with food for you before you sleep. Be assured, Seeker, the Creator is all around you. Do not be afraid to trust. And remember, your wisdom and strength comes from within, not without.” With that the Spirit disappeared down the hall.
The Seeker removed her hat and laid it on…
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