Today was the second time that I saw the count go down lizard-style. This time, he went to some small hole or window in the castle wall and vanished. I now knew that, for now, he was gone, and gained the courage to explore his room.


    This appeared a woman’s bedroom. The walls were painted pastel, although I couldn’t make out the exact color in the moonlight. The furniture was dusty, but comfortable and feminine. In the corner was a pretty, little writing desk. I imagined this is where women in the far past would do cute female activities, like sew, writing letters to their husbands, chat with their friends. I felt comfort in this room. It was a welcome reprieve from the terror of the rest of this castle.


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