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EMMY
In daylight, Glendoon Hall looked both better and worse.
Once, it had been a grand old building, and when I said “building,” I meant “castle.” It had a f*****g turret at each corner and battlements running along the roofline. Patches of the beige sandstone were still visible under a layer of grime, and a square tower rose in the middle. The place had character in spades, but unfortunately, it also had holes in the roof, more broken windows than I could count, and—if the plump brown rat that appeared from under a window-tarpaulin and sauntered across the yard was any indication—a serious rodent infestation.
Sky pulled a face. “Nice.”
“The rats come out more at night,” Paige said. “I tried catching them, but they just kept coming back.”
Kept coming back? “You mean you’re catchin
