Progule

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A castle stood on a cliffside, it was large and stormy-gray like the clouds above. It looked like a storm too, as if there was something running around and shaking the fortress, like they were trying to evade lighting. It's massive doors were tightly shut, to keep anything from escaping.

Sounds echoed through the dark, unlit halls of the castle, figures rushed through, running through the halls as if they were being chased by the storm. Voices carried through, sending shivers down their spines as they ran faster, their breath uneven, cramps slowing them down as their legs pumped and hit the cold floors. 

Death was chasing them. Death that they could never evade.

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