He folded the map carefully, his priority now was exploring these buildings, searching for anything that could tell him who the Caelthorns really were, and if he was truly one of them.He had to know.Fast forward a few minutes later, Jasone chose the largest, most central building in front of him, what looked like the main residence, and then he approached cautiously. The grandness of it was still visible despite the decay: stone archways, tall leaded-glass windows, many now broken or boarded, intricate carvings half-hidden by ivy.He found a side entrance. A heavy oak door, warped by time and salt air, but surprisingly unlocked.He pushed it open. The door made a groaning noise as it opened, clearly for the first time in a long time,perhaps after decades of silence. Jason stepped inside, leaving the grey, windswept island behind, and was immediately enveloped by thick, still air. Specks of dust infected the air, floating lazily in weak shafts of light piercing grimy windows. The
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