As they approached the house the windows were dark. Whether or not someone was living there was uncertain. But as they drew close to the door he relinquished her arm and dig into the pocket of his jacket, producing a gold key that he put into the lock and turned it with a click. The door creaked as he pushed it open, moving to the side so that she could enter first.
The house was still emmaculare as ever. Now Raphael knew someone was living here. But which child? He hadn’t seen Viceroy, Belle, Drada or Latha is a very long time. They were all busy living their own lives and would occasionally check up on him.
“Well here we are.” He said as he moved through the doorway behind her, closing the door behind him. It was rather dark in the house. No lifhts to help guide them through the house.
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