Vigil on the Facade

I climbed from the sign's timber edge onto the upper wrought-iron bracket flanking the entrance. Tucked in the iron scrollwork sat an antique cast-bronze rosette, its threaded bolt rusted slack against the stone. Planting my boots against the damp limestone, I unslung my crossbow and wedged its stave behind the decorative flange. A steady push levered the rosette flush into the wall anchor. It locked tight with a dull, resonant clink. Back braced against the cool stone pediment, I settled into the iron crook to watch the streetlamps flicker to life below. The exterior perimeter holds.#Vampirella