Chapter 67

"Kiss a snowflake, thy last goodbye."

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"Sebastian?.." Belladonna called, her soft call echoed through the hallway, but she had no idea where she was headed. "Why isn't the butler around? He left without words to spare, I didn't even find that questionable?" She paused, looking around uncertainly.

A left or right turn would be easy, mean to say, it seemed like a coin flip to decide which path to take, but the hallway she found herself, stretched out before her with no doors in sight. On the walls, Single candles hung between washed-out pictures, casting flickering shadows.

Toward the end, with stairs leading up and down, and, poor Belladonna standing as a tiny figure, with mind reeling, it seemed like the end of the earth.

Finally, she made a choice.

"Okay, I'll play the game of choices!" She pushed the basket containing the warming dog and counted on her fingers.