The Watcher in the Hall (O Observador no Corredor)

The torch flames trembled as Clara walked through the stone corridor of the ancient temple.

Every carving on the walls seemed to watch her pass. She covered her lantern,

but shadows continued to move without light. Whispers replaced the sound of her

footsteps. In the inner chamber, she found a statue bearing her exact face.

The temple had been waiting for her return.