Blake opened the door and it was beautiful. Same walls and flooring, this time with a silver rug laying in front of a fireplace. Not just any fireplace, nor fire it changed color. The more light the brighter white the flame became, the less the more darker. I looked at the monstrous bed in the center of the room, a living room behind it and a sitting area near the fireplace. Though the chairs were pushed aside so I could easily see the fire dance from the bed. I let out sigh and looked at the silk draped curtains over the bed. Still no window, or electricity but loads of candles. Candles and candle holders. A soft aroma of rain started filling my nose.

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