Now, the lintel weeps rust-colored water, even in drought. And if you stand before it at the witching hour—when the moon hangs like a dead wafer—you will hear the hinge of the world groan.
THOMAS They are sequestered, John. They live a life of penance. Show some respect. The Devil-s Doorway
to prevent the entity from ever returning, leaving behind a permanent, ghostly outline in the masonry. The Cinematic Lens Now, the lintel weeps rust-colored water, even in drought