Martyr

“Perhaps it could have been fearsome. Perhaps its crooked and jagged facade, gnarled with the grace of dead treewood in decay, should have been a vision grotesque in nature. But as the great grotesques on guard atop castles of old, its gaze spoke of melancholic fortitude; and as a single tear betrayed its age hollowed eyes I realized I felt nothing but grateful.”

I must return to the passage

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