"Goodbye my darling", he heaves another sigh and with slow steps, calmly leaves the enclosure, without a single look backwards.
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A raging fire broke out in the Brimo Castle at night which burned unimpeded for several hours straight. The fire was so big that no one could do a thing to stop it. After all, the castle was gigantic and for a fire that big, the only thing anyone could do was let it run its course. And that was what the townspeople had done.
When the town drunk, Old Bartholomew stumbled out of the pub late at night, and started raving about a demonic cloud over in the distance, no one had paid him any mind- after all, Old Bart was known for getting hallucinations whenever he got drunk and would go on telling ludicrous tall-tales- and so this time as well, everyone
