Katelina wanted to say no, didn't want to hear what Oren had to say to them, but there was no point in saying that. His secret conversation was for Jorick, not her. She was just tagging along, a third wheel.
Jorick ignored her aggravation to tug her after Oren. They passed through lofty doorways and two shadowed rooms. The cold winter wind howled around the house and Katelina shivered. It was barely warmer inside than out! Heat wasn't the only thing lacking, though. There were no electric lamps, just candles, which led Katelina to the conclusion that there was no electricity.
They came at last to a carved door. Oren opened it and allowed them to pass through into a small room that was papered in white with delicate blue roses, though water stains marred the walls; yellow and blotchy. A small……
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