Der helle, tackende Widerhall ... Giacomo Joyce 4
Der helle, tackende Widerhall hoher Absätze auf den Stufen aus Stein. Im Burgfried wintert’s schon, klirrende Kettenhemden, grobschlächtige Eisenleuchter über den Windungen der sich verschlingenden Turmstiegen. Tastende, tackende Hacken, ein hell hallendes Geräusch. Da sei Wer unten, wolle die genädige Frau sprechen.
High heels clack hollow on the resonant stone stairs. Wintry air in the castle, gibbeted coats of mail, rude iron scones over the windings of the winding turret stairs. Tapping clacking heels, a high and hollow nose. There is one below would speak with your ladyship.
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High heels clack hollow on the resonant stone stairs. Wintry air in the castle, gibbeted coats of mail, rude iron scones over the windings of the winding turret stairs. Tapping clacking heels, a high and hollow nose. There is one below would speak with your ladyship.
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parallalie - 7. Jan, 22:34
