Outside the ancient castle ruins, heavy, leaden clouds weighed down upon the horizon, casting a depressing gray pall over the entire world.
Samuel’s face was utterly drained of color, and he shivered in the biting wind. His gaze was drawn as if by invisible threads, never once leaving the castle entrance.
Anxiety and anticipation warred in his eyes, making him look like a prisoner about to face a verdict of life or death; every second of waiting was sheer agony.
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