บท 265: The Last Enemy

Timothy Wimbledon walked into the arched tholos at the top of the Lord's Tower in the Port of Clearwater.

Different from the common castle, the towering structure was much higher but also more narrow. Aside from sightseeing and handling governmental affairs, it could hardly be used to convene the ministers for an official meeting.

The room furnishings had stood forever in the same place as if its owner had just left and would come back soon. A rufous square table faced the entrance, with some neatly arranged books and unfinished manuscripts in the center of the table. In the inkpot was a quill-pen, at disposal to write at any time.