as you travel the winding path you can just see the top of a castle over the trees.. coming to a brick wall you follow it searching for the gates.. you feel a deep chill as you suddenly come upon them... your fingers find the iron plate bolted to the wall beside the gate.. you brush away the dirt and read these chilling words..
laughing a bit at your sudden fear..you choose to enter the gates anyway.. ignoring the sense of forboding..steeling yourself for what you may find..
as your travel the path to the doors..you are astounded by the old decayed beauty of the castle.. its graceful walls hinting of former elegance.. whispering of joyous pasts.. silently hinting of the secrets of its owners..
the ground is littered with old leaves that dance in the wind.. that crunch underfoot as you approach the porch.. to the left there is a garden that unlike the rest of the grounds is tended.. flowers blooming in perfect health.. scents mixing with those of healing herbs...
the steps creek as you mount them.. lending knowledge of your presence to those that dwell within..you reach for the door and it opens on its own.. beckoning you to enter the darkness..
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