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Broders' Castle

Finch always said not to tell strangers more than was absolutely needed, “Ah, perhaps.”

“Yer not sure?” The man scoffed at me in irritation. Definitely didn’t want him irritated.

“Sorry, I’m the one you speak of, yes.”

The beam of light arced towards the man until his face was illuminated. A hefty man’s face but by no means fat. “Good then! Yer to come with me now ta the Broders’ Castle. My brother’s fiance has gone an’ fainted from fear an’ nothing we do can revive the poor lass.”

“Fear of what, may I ask?” I asked carefully, trying to buy time for me to figure out the situation.

“Tha’ is a private matter, I think. Come quickly now, we must revive her before morning!”

I flinched as he took a warning step toward me & I began walking with him. His light sped our progress considerably as we continued down the decrepit road.

“What happens tomorrow morning?” I finally asked after a bit of silence.

“She’s gettin’ married, o’ course!” The man thundered and quickened his steps so I had to run to keep up.

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