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The Captives (part 1)

“Avram! Hurry! The sun has almost set”

Avram shook his head sadly as Lord Brannis’ frightened voice echoed down the vast, empty halls. Everyday it was the same. Lord Brannis and Avram hurrying through Stonecage Castle, making sure that every single candle and lamp was lit, and would burn all night.

“It was easier,” Avram muttered to himself, "when I was younger and the madness wasn’t so bad. " As Avram worked his way toward the main staircase, he thought fondly of those first years serving Matteo Itessin, Lord Brannis’ great-grandfather.

He was one of a veritable army of servants charged with keeping the castle lit at night. The day he was given charge of that work was the proudest day of his life. But then they started adding more and more candleabras and lamps to the walls of the huge castle. Each generation of Itessins seemed intent on adding more light to the castle than their predecessor had. And now, now Avram feared that Lord Brannis, the fourth generation that he had served, would be the last.

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