A trial shift at Clawthide castle
Pamela can't get the staff around here.
Anna pushed against the arched, wooden doors that gave way with a slow, inconvenienced creak. She tumbled into the dimly lit reception area of Clawthide castle and rearranged her outfit. Compared with the bright, summer sunshine outside, the castle seemed dark and sleepy, watching her through half closed eyes.
A trial shift at Clawthide castle was “noth…
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