Chapter 7-

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The mansion filled up with slience as the night rises and the sun falls. I lay on my bed, pretending to be asleep, waiting for all the lights in the mansion to dim low. Once everything was steady and calm, I climbed out of bed. Silently, I tiptoed across the room, opening the bedroom door.

I look to my left then to my right, no one was in sight. I guide myself towards the West Wing with a small dull candle. The closer I was to the West Wing, the colder the hallway was. At one point, I could see my own warm breath.

I arrived at the grand enterance of the West Wing. Though it was more like a mess than grand. Torned curtains, stained rugs, and damaged furniture.

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