The morning mist clung to the castle grounds like an unwelcome guest. I preferred it that way, quiet and mysterious. My boots sank slightly into the mossy earth as I made my way toward the lake, seeking some alone time. Then I saw it, a figure being hunched over the lake, with a stick where a rope was tied to it. Casting it into the lake, with such a determination like they were trying to rescue a drowning royal. May I ask what you attempt to capture with that? I ask slightly amused.
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