Lamar Shawn

Key

"Key" A knock at the door. It echoed through the vast corridors. The door stood 11 feet high. Engraved with Hyroglyphs. Everything in the library was Mahogany. Solomon' heard the knock from the back of his study. Light they were. Still ,, this disturbed Solomons' flow. He had grown so sensitive this winter. Winter was the only season. Solomon' had no recollection prior to to what could be estimated to have been maybe 18 months back. Time was lost. Solomon' spilled a beaker filled with a neon red elixir. He let out a scowling yell.