"The castle is largely as you see it. You may wander where you choose, but under no circumstances must you enter the east wing".

I nodded my agreement while knowing that I’d disregard the Count’s words. A gracious host, I knew he would allow me a degree of freedom, and I seized it.

My second night in the castle saw me creep down abandoned hallways to the east wing. The heavy bolts across the door squealed in protest as I pulled them back, and I winced, slipping through the gap to avoid detection.

Something stirred in the dark.

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