The first: a door that opens onto a warehouse
sibilant with antlered cultists.
The second: a certain obsolete term
for tax collector that, when muttered
into the middle gargoyle's ear,
activates a red tide in the hindbrain,
the world suddenly shifting astern
as capillaries creep and sinuate across stonework.
The third: a groat walked across the knuckles,
flashing by lamplight - a lesson for the wary,
and for the dullard, a baffling prank.
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