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"Léa, come on!" Luc calls, running down the path. The stones here are uneven, broken by tree roots and grasses. Interesting and new and not the farm he spent his whole life on.
The sort of path you might find adventure on.
for there are monsters lurking there
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The bridge holds them, stone solid and firm, water rushing and splashing underneath, rain pouring down. The bridge behind them fades into the gloom - ahead of them, the castle somehow grows larger.
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Luc only glances back once.
Light shouldn't fade that quickly.
He keeps his gaze forward, otherwise.
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The castle's gates are a black metal, shinier than most irons. The bars curl into the shapes of roses; thorny vines wind up them. Beyond the gates - a path, lit by a rather fanciful filigree lamppost, through gardens overgrown with flowers.
The gates seem to be unlocked.
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"Yeah."
She grips his hand, tightly, and starts walking down the garden path.
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Nothing leaps out at them from the shadows, or dances along in their footsteps, or whispers and watches from the tangles, or even leans in particularly menacingly. The path is somewhat long, alternatively dark or light paving stones forming ornate murals, garden statues fanciful and overgrown.
They reach the castle doors soon enough. Heavy wooden things, carved with complex inlaid designs of flowers and tigers and thorns.
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She does the same, and on three throws her full farm-raised strength into shoving at the heavy doors.
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The doors glide open, silently. Inside, candles light, showing an enormous, stately entry room painted in deep reds.
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Candles flare to life, torches kindle, the chandelier glows and sways, revealing a room draped in rich reds shot through with black over dark stone, its lines dramatic and sharp.
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She flinches.
She steps forward again. "Who's there? Playing around like this is rude!"
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He puts a hand on his sister's shoulder.
More politely: "Can you please tell us your name?"
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There's a scuffle, and then a light approaches them from one side - candle, flickering - "I'm quite sorry for my colleagues!" a voice calls. Male, grown up, somewhat odd...