Oh, goodie! A new prompt is up!
I excitedly open the post for details.
The first sentence catches me off-guard and I find myself hurtling down a wormhole. I land unceremoniously with a thud at the Clockworks. I look around and spy a sinewy path ahead.
This can only lead to one place.
“Memory Marsh,” I groan.
It’s a path I most definitely don’t want to follow.
And so I turn back.
A little too late, it seems.
Specters of that time are once again on the loose.
Three Words A Day Writing Challenge: down, follow, loose