SIGRUN
Seven Days Later...
I was bored out of my mind.
It wasn't the normal kind of bored.
Not even a "there's nothing good on Netflix" bored.
I'm talking trapped-in-a-massive-mountain-fortress-without-WiFi-and-my-werewolf-husband-had-disappeared-into-the-northern-wilderness-a-week-ago-without-informing-me bored.
There was a difference. A very important difference.
For one thing, normal boredom usually didn't involve several hundred thousand square feet of gothic architecture.
Seriously, Pillak Towers was so enormous that after three days of exploring, I still wasn't entirely convinced I'd seen all of the east wing.
There were corridors that seemed to exist purely because somebody's ancestor had looked at a perfectly reasonable wall and decided, "Um, you know what this needs? An
