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Fangs Fright

I crept onwards to the mansion, amazed I hadn't been caught.  Then I remembered this was probably like a lobster trap.  It looked like a house on the outside, but inside was a cage fitted just for me.  And it wasn't like Sam- Sauron needed guards.  Only Pallor would have been idiot enough to cross him, provided he was bribed by literature.

Yards from the mansion, I questioned why I was here.  Skeletons held a ball in the attic.  The mansion's stone face was mortared with graves.  I stood a yard from the entrance, an intimidating sweeping thing with a portico that bested the White House.  Devils and fantastical beasts were carved into its wooden pillars.  Wolves swallowed the crenelate.  It was like a pipe dream from Hell.

The door knocker yawned.  It was a brass lion.  Lionheart.  Again.

“Ah, a midnight snack.  My master must have had  surplus-”

I whip

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