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“Holy crap!” I exclaimed as my eyes adjusted to the morning light, “That is a legit castle!”
From our vantage point, we could see that although the courtyard and surrounding grounds were deserted, a small community lived here. There were turrets and ramparts and other castle things I remember learning about in grade school, but the only way into the castle itself was through a pair of giant oak doors.
“I did tell you,” Benyst grunted.
“Mighty impressive,” Royal agreed.
“My goodness, Benyst, it’s beautiful,” Noiryn cooed.
She had refused to stay home. The compromise was the soaking wet robe she wore over her entire body. Spin stood close at her side wearing a large backpack full of water bottles, ready to douse her should she become too dry.
“A hard place to leave,” Spin said
