Every Thousand Words: Eleven Thousand

Yes, this thousand did go by very quickly. That's a good thing, right?

~ Eleven Thousand ~
The Word: wall
The Paragraph:
"Come upstairs!" said Saera. The stairway they took led through a dark passage cut from the stone that was the foundation of the Arena. As he climbed, Eoin kept a hand on the "wall" to orient himself in the blackness. The stairs curved to the right before they were greeted with sunlight once more. It was noticeably less crowded here, and Eoin had a better view of the pit. He could also see some of the audience on the level below.

The Arrangement:
Eoin was ever around. We didn't be like, "We wall food ."

["To wall" meaning "to hide"]

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