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toward count breve's room.
the castle was silent, and the sound of strong winds hitting the glass could be clearly heard, as if a group of demons were banging on the doors and windows. the sound of the wind passing through the gap was the strange howl of their invasion, and it was frightening.
Feeling depressed, mr. clark turned into the hallway and up the winding staircase. he felt that the way up was longer and farther than when he came last night. he looked up at the dark bowl that appeared endlessly, as if walking into a profound reversal of space.
perhaps the murderer and the sorcerer are waiting for him in the room where he goes, or maybe they are hiding in a dark corner, like an arrow in the darkness, sealing his throat with a deadly motion .
however, the moment he slowly opened the counting room door and entered the counting room, his thoughts disappeared. for everything was as quiet as before.
poor count bluebeard was still lying cold on the big bed soaked in blood. the deadly saber was still stuck in his heart. the cold light on the blade was half-embedded in the stone of his rotting face. the spirit of the ghost that takes care of you is very strong.
based on his suspicions about deacon Valente, clark surmised that something harmful had happened to deacon Valente in that fateful scene.
Some say that Valente went in and out of count bluebeard's room every night during the day to report on the daily work of the castle,
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