The three of them crossed the Corridor, the faint lights of the moon, banished away by the dark clouds, basking the windows mosaics with an ethereal light.

They could feel the Castle’s age. It was almost physical - a heavy, ancient aura that permeated the walls, that passed through their eyes and hair, like ghosts of yore.

Max tried to look up.

It didn’t matter how far up he looked, he could never see the celling. Only the windows, floating in the dark, shining omnily. He doubted light would made any difference - whatever was the way that Castle operated, it certainly wasn’t through any natural means.

He felt a shiver down in his spine.

They did not belong there.

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