“My mother never came back from this castle. The only keepsake we have is the money she sent back, which wasn’t even enough for me to buy a new shield from the blacksmith. Did I see a hint of sadness in his eyes when I told him what I was doing? Did the gypsy woman cackle slightly? It makes no matter. Like my mother, and her father before her, and his father before him, and his mother before him, I, too, approach the gate to this abominable fortress.The gatekeeper smiles knowingly as I pay him his fee for entrance. He knows as well as I. For my family, there is nothing else. This is our inheritance, our curse, our promise to our progeny. This... is our legacy.”
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