Dead Musicians Sing No Song's
As Lockheart made his way to the parlor following the bloody foot prints, he could hear the irate voice of Father Fredrick behind him telling Lockheart to come back, he paid no mind to it tho, as he was through with letting the Father interfere. Walking down the plain halls of the manor Lockheart could not help and notice the walls to be almost barren, he had expected to see gaudy portraits and the like strung along these wall like so many wealthy people tend to do. Lockheart rounds a corner and see’s the tracks have come to an end in front of an oaken door with brass knobs and a fine lacquer finish. This must be it he say’s to himself as he reaches his hand out to open the door. The door opens with a quiet creak, small rays of light begin to shine through the opening door. Lockheart makes
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