The stairs coiled round, cold, frictionless, making the ascent a harder task than they had ever predicted.
Tower White had been their destination for too long; they had celebrated when they’d reached its carved, crystal base.
Never once had they considered the climb.
Well, would you look at that! Two Three Line Tale’s in two weeks… Two for two! Thanks to Sonya and to her prompt. My last 3LT can be seen here, The Last Jellyfish: A 3LT and the previous was The Trooper: A 3LT.