In the distance on a high hill there stood a castle. Here and there a piece of the wall was missing, in some places it was quite battered and no one lived in it. It was more like a castle ruin. Sometimes some tourists went to see it. They’d go through all its corridors, look at all its walls, and then they’d leave. No one knew what secrets the castle held. No one knew what is happening there when it gets dark.
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