His Dark Obsession
He soon came to an abrupt stop outside a dark wooden door, and I felt relieved, taking a moment to catch my breath.
Unlike most doors in the castle, this one was plain, even old, you could say. The doorknob was large and made of a dull iron. Perhaps that’s because this part of the castle wasn’t used. To my surprise, for the first time since I had met him instead of slamming the door open, he raised his hand and knocked.
To whom did the room belong?
The door creaked open, and my heart sped up as I peered into the room.
The floor was dark wood, and there was an ethereal feel here, the room was bathed in the dim light of lamps, there was no window in here and many areas of the room were cast in
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