chapter 1.

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Unfettered by even the faintest wisp

Of cloud, a large wrought-iron gate Shimmered brightly in the sunshine

The landscape was empty and eerily,
Still save for a few silky spider threads
Fluttering around the spindly black
Bars. Looming in the distance, just
Behind the fence,was the Gothic window-filled facade of monster high .

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