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I walked down the halls of Tintagel castle. The passageways were alive with the laughter of children running about. Some played childish games. Others practiced their spells.
Boys ran about with wooden swords. They were followed by some girls with pointed weapons drawn. But most girls carried around dolls and cradled poppets.
A few couples meandered arm-in-arm like something out of a Victorian promenade. Those couples probably had been born in the Victorian era and kept their etiquette and mannerisms. But it wasn’t like you didn’t come upon a dark corner and find some gallant man throwing his prim paramour up against a wall and kissing her senseless.
Camelot was a mix of old and new. It was a place of honor and revelry. It was home.
I made my way to the Throne room. The doors were o
