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I don’t know what I’d been expecting the mysterious Inner City to look like. Certainly not like this. What greeted us was a large open square with expansive roads leading off it. One of the roads led directly to the imposing entrance of a medieval castle in the distance. The castle was an original structure dating back to the twelfth century, although the Kwanon must have remodelled it because it looked to be in immaculate condition. I’d visited it once as a schoolboy when it’d been a tumbledown ruin. I vaguely remembered being taken on a tour of what remained of the dungeons and t*****e chamber and I wondered if the Kwanon had remodelled them, and, if so, whether they were in use. Odds-on they were, and I’d found the whereabouts of Bob and Tom. But maybe not of James, dead in an alley
