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[ Alone and standing on an unfamiliar shore, she's had time to understand she is not free. The act was interrupted. There are circumstances even she has proved blind to.
With no one to hold the ropes, they are loose around her and easy enough to slip off. Unbound if not released, she steps off the wooden planks of the pier and into the water. It feels...odd. Disconnected. Lifeless. As she dips her hand in the water she becomes acutely aware that she too feels diminished. Almost completely human. She reflexively raises a hand to the locket that rests around her neck-and encounters nothing. She gropes for it-vainly. It's not on her. It's gone, her locket- In her sudden panic, she sees the closed journal resting on the pier. She picks it up. Pulling herself up to the dry planks, she calls a ghost-light to accompany her. It barely flickers as she leafs through the journal amid the strange boats and too serene water.
She sets the journal aside and fishes for the crab pieces she keeps with her always. She brings them to her mouth, breathing a would-be prayer, and drops them on the wooden planks. They spell gibberish. When she tries again, the result is the same. Standing and glancing behind her, she can see only the vast expanse stretching away. Something beckons her. She doesn't know if it's the distance or something else entirely, but she can only feel that call to approach and nothing about its source. She can guess, however. There is only one location that is repeated throughout the pages available to her. ]
What is dis castle you mention so?
With no one to hold the ropes, they are loose around her and easy enough to slip off. Unbound if not released, she steps off the wooden planks of the pier and into the water. It feels...odd. Disconnected. Lifeless. As she dips her hand in the water she becomes acutely aware that she too feels diminished. Almost completely human. She reflexively raises a hand to the locket that rests around her neck-and encounters nothing. She gropes for it-vainly. It's not on her. It's gone, her locket- In her sudden panic, she sees the closed journal resting on the pier. She picks it up. Pulling herself up to the dry planks, she calls a ghost-light to accompany her. It barely flickers as she leafs through the journal amid the strange boats and too serene water.
She sets the journal aside and fishes for the crab pieces she keeps with her always. She brings them to her mouth, breathing a would-be prayer, and drops them on the wooden planks. They spell gibberish. When she tries again, the result is the same. Standing and glancing behind her, she can see only the vast expanse stretching away. Something beckons her. She doesn't know if it's the distance or something else entirely, but she can only feel that call to approach and nothing about its source. She can guess, however. There is only one location that is repeated throughout the pages available to her. ]
What is dis castle you mention so?