The house was ugly but... «Havemercy»
RamingoWS20 мая 2018The house was ugly but large, with a sloping shingled roof over the old castle walls and windows like gaping eyes. I shuddered to think waht it would be like inside during the winter, when the snow was deep and the wind sharp. The courtyard was neatly kept, the stable far enough from the house that at least the smell of animals would not invade our living quarters except in the height of summer, and nearby I could hear the Locque Nevers rushing desperately onwards. I felt a momentary kinship with the river, as if we were both aching yet helpless to escape, bound each in our own way to our eternal, shackling paths. But I was no poet, nor was I a river, and at some point I presumed the waters of Locque Nevers would reach the sea -- whereas I was here indefinitely, with no similar prospects of escape.
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