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The snow crunched under his feet as her turned and walked past the gallows. He walked through the side of the courtyard that wasn’t sealed off. The opening led out into a brick sidewalk. The snow was still falling and staying snow on the dark reddish black brick. The darkness brought with it a strange feeling. Street lamp candles were lit. They provided little light for the dark streets. Horse hooves pounding against the black brick streets could be heard off in the distance. Salem looked both ways down the road and sidewalk, wondering which way he was going to go. The hoof beats came from the side that was to his right, and as he looked he noticed that the way that he could hear the horses from led into a forest of dead black oak trees. Not far after the tree line did everything suddenly fade off into the night’s darkness. Begging to walk the opposite was of the woods, he thought of how big this place could be.
“How the hell am I supposed to find her?” he asked himself. The beating horse hooves came to a slow stop and then stopped as the forest turned into brick streets and sidewalk. Salem turned to see what was there. There were four black horses all strapped together with black leather straps. They were all pulling a large black coach that had a headless man sitting in a bench that was behind the horses in front of the carriage. The neck of the man was covered and it exposed the cut bone of its spinal cord and also blood veins.
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