Not an introductory paragraph this time - a concluding paragraph!
Anyway, call this Sunday's story - a second story will follow later today.
By Mark L. S. Stone
His friends bound him in iron chains, etched with runes that bound his body, his life, and his soul, such that no part of him could ever leave. He tried to comfort them.
“I chose this of my own free will.”
At last they finished their grim work. One by one, they promised that they would look after his family, his lands, his legacy. None of them could look him in the eye.
When they were gone he looked across the gulf at the dark one, bound there with him. He smiled.
For every prison, there must be a jailer.