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Other than the occasional thump! of Aegeas's feet smacking against the stairs as Kellach dragged him down them, or the breeze that rustled the grass around Tristan, it was quiet.
Not an eerie quiet, though - the whole place looked friendly enough. Covered in shadows, the house stood at the other end of a gravel path that the staircase had just happened to land on. Trees lined the path, cogs and pieces of metal hanging off of them. A few machines littered the ground on either side, including what looked like parts of metal arms - fingers, elbows, imitations of bones. To Tristan's right, a small lake glistened in the little sunlight it caught at its edge.
Taking a deep breath, Tristan started walking over to the house.
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