I blink in the darkened hallway. You would think, after so many trips into the FictionVerse that I would have gotten used to the crossing over, but it always takes me a minute to acclimatize myself to a new world. I am standing in a stone hallway. I can see wooden doors along the hall, presumably leading into various chambers and rooms. It is dark, the hallway lit only by torches hanging in sconces, and I gather that I have arrived as planned in Dinefwr Castle in South Wales. It is the year 1282.
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