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From the window overlooking the courtyard, Daniel watched and pondered the angel statues below. The castle was so much like its owner in its hypocrisy. While housing the twisted horrors he desperately avoids, it tries to cover its festering core with a facade of wholesome intentions and baubles proclaiming benevolence.
Looking away, he rifled through the desk drawers some more to see if he could find something of use. Unfruitful, he moves towards the nearby shelf, taking another fleeting glance towards the courtyard.
But he stopped dead in his tracks. And he looked again.
The statues are gone.
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