‘Where are we going exactly? I don’t see anything but the tower,’ asked Maxim when they were halfway across the bridge. Each step they took, the fog gave way but still Maxim was barely able to see his own legs, and the guiding man ahead of him was just a mere silhouette.
‘A shroud to deceive the wandering eyes of strangers,’ said the man enigmatically and pointed at the opposite side of the tower where there seemed to be a rather large plot of empty land.
Maxim did not understand what had been said by the odd stranger but gave not much thought into it and watched on.
The fog dissipated, revealing a huge silhouette looming behind the layers of clearing gray, taking its place on the once empty plot of land. Finally, it appeared before him, a rather large but astonishingly antiquated manor.
Maxim was disappointed to see that it was all black and gray too, like the broken clock tower. It was equally as bland and equally as lifeless. Both would fit right in Nixa and he felt as if he was back in that dark city.
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