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FIFTY-TWO | BLACKWOOD CASTLE
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Trigger strode across the castle grounds, her boiler suit slipping into view every other stride as her coat flapped open. Every now and then she’d turn, marching in a new direction only to spin back around again moments later.
Surprisingly, we’d all made it to the castle with no hassle. I’d expected police tape, at the very least, but the grounds were all open and back to normal. We’d taken ourselves off to one side, in the hopes that we’d avoid the few people eager to take a stroll around a dilapidated castle as dusk rolled in, and so far we’d seen nobody else. If we did bump into a well-meaning civilian, we would simply claim to be a group of bird watchers, waiting for a barn owl that we’d heard nested in the old remnants of the keep.
“She’ll be here soon,” said Diamond, shaking her head at Trigger with a fond smile.
“I know, doll,” Trigger called
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