me to the bone:
jagged, uneven, as if someone had scratched them in hastily. My fingers traced the words, the message chilling
“Beware the monster at night.”
I stumbled back, my breath catching in my throat.
“What…?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
The words stared back at me, stark and ominous. My mind raced with questions.
Who had carved this?
When?
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And what did it mean?
My pulse quickened as I glanced around the room, half–expecting someone, or something, to appear from the shadows. But the
room was empty, silent except for the faint rustling of the curtains in the night breeze.
“Beware the monster at night,” I repeated under my breath, the words heavy with an unspoken threat.
I pressed my back against the door, my hands trembling as I tried to piece it together.
What was happening in this palace?
And more importantly… I hope I haven’t jumped from firewood to fire.
