The Black Cliff
The miller looked out of the window, behind which the outlines of the black castle spires could be seen, and grumbled:
“Even if I were as rich as our butcher, I would never trade my house for this frightening thing. Icy stone. I bet inside it’s even colder than in a grave. The walls look like they're covered in soot. Windows don’t let a single sunray in. And at high tide, the basements and the lower part are flooded, turning the castle into a water dungeon. Its better to live in our simple and cozy house where there we always have a warm loaf of bread and a spicy jag of wine, and our sheep are warmer in the barn in winter than people in a rich castle. Although, what could be left of those ri
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