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Kiril Ass and Anna Ratafieva Guards

“Stones and stones all around”, he thinks, “Even I am a stone, quarry-faced. Who’s my mason? That warden? This? Or the headman, or Caesar graced?”
Night has fallen to end the day which embraced both ease and scare. Heads are heavy, the lamplight sway Eyes are winking, the sleep is there.
He is dreaming: a plot is set, measured up and the plan is drawn; The apprentice has level’d the bed and the Master picks up a stone.
“Wake up, Peter”, somebody says, “Guard’s asleep and the door’s unlocked” And the face of the stranger gleams In the dark, while they slowly walk.