Today's OneWord: Torch
I held a torch up so that the etchings in the stone glowed with a faint yet sinister light. I had never seen these runes, nor had the doctor standing beside me, the flames glancing off his thick spectacles and giving them the appearance of melting gold. I let my fingers get very close to tracing each shape, each devoted scratch in the wall, until the doctor spoke. "What do you think it says?" I sighed. I didn't think that was for us to ever know.