Drabble – The Keep

The Hold

I saw the Keep before me, a shadow in the dying day. Bordering a black swamp.

I learned all the whispered stories of it. All the fears the local people barred their doors against in the night.

They all warned me to stay away. To leave and never return. It was a curse of this land and one they had to bear for living here. But I was a stranger. I had the chance to escape.

If only they knew. While I was a stranger, my blood was not.

And they knew nothing of curses. But I would teach them.

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