The Man That Alludes Kindle Edition

In the realm of Alverthorpe, where shadows dance and secrets seep,
There dwells a being, mysterious and steeped in mystique.
The Man That Alludes, his face forever concealed,
A phantom, a spectre, his true form unrevealed.

He weaves illusions, playing tricks with a wicked delight,
His eyes unseen, yet piercing through the darkest night.
Antwel, they call him, a name I dare to embrace,
For in this tale’s tapestry, he takes his rightful place.

Oh, dear reader, beware his cunning and his guile,
For he bends reality, luring you into his beguiling smile.
In Alverthorpe’s alleys, he lingers, an enigmatic force,
A master of manipulation, his presence a remorseless course.

No face to behold, no eyes to meet yours in the fray,
Antwel, the puppeteer, controlling the game we play.
He blurs the lines,

between what’s real and what’s not,
Antwel, the trickster, revels in the chaos he has brought.
In verse and in prose, his tale unfolds,
A dance of shadows, where fear and uncertainty beholds.

But take heed, dear reader, lest you fall prey,
To Antwel’s intricate web, where truth begins to sway.
He whispers in whispers, his words a sly deceit,
Spinning illusions, making reality retreat.

Alverthorpe trembles, under his watchful eye,
No soul escapes his grasp, no truth can defy.
He feeds on the fears, the doubts, the despair,
A puppet master, controlling the threads of this affair.

So, venture forth with caution, in this dark domain,
Where Antwel reigns, defying reason’s reign.
In Alverthorpe’s embrace, the lines shall blur,
As The Man That Alludes, his game will endure.

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“The taste of Antwel’s laughing breath, the red seduction of his gleaming eyes, and that deep chuckle, ‘Run little caterpillar, run run run,’ how each these items of our departing played with my mind and betrothed dread, past, future and present, to my soul as I fled, glowing as was my skin steadily brighter and brighter, into the dark of his toiling woodland.” – ‘The Man That Alludes’