The castle stood on the main island which connected to the mainland by a foreboding stone and wooden bridge. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. F. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. . On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. "I feel like work," he lied.
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