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Chapter 1 Drake strode across the inner bailey towards the main range, heavy boots sinking into the dew-soaked grass. It was a chilly evening, not quite frosty, but their breath pooled a misty white in front of their face as they walked, hands shoved deep into their jacket pockets. It…

Using writing prompts “This turned out to be untrue”, “An assortment of terrors”, and “extinction of shadows”. “There’s nothing in the dark,” they said,“Nor ‘neath the bed,Nor in your head.”This turned out to be untrue. “There’s nothing clawing at your door,Or o’er the floor,Or from the shore.”This turned out to…