My beloved, I am almost certain, is near. The “humble
home” that the man (or Lord, as the others call him) brought me to is a dark
and ancient castle. But he is not the only resident. His “companions” display little
fondness for my presence; in particular the dark-haired eldest.
I am content to endure (and I confess, softly provoke)
her cold hostility.
The lord also appears to hold to a pattern with his possessions,
including his companions and wolfish pets. I contradict that pattern and this may contribute to their disdain and his curiosity.
There are shadows here, everywhere. I look at them and
study them as I indulge my hosts’ offer of hospitality.
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