21 – Hog

The Ball was in full swing past the golden archway of its entrance. Guests chatted freely in false forms, suited or gowned, yet always masked.  Castle Aurora was not a place for truth. It existed for merriment, for enjoyment, for indulgence. Dancing on the ballroom floor, patterned black and white to signify neutrality, in aContinue reading “21 – Hog”