[ He pauses then, curling his hand into her hair to keep her there then murmurs softly: ]
We didn't have a choice. It was that, or be stuck there forever as prisoners. No one... had been there in years I don't think. The floors were unstable. Rotten away. It was guarding spirits, not people.
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We didn't have a choice. It was that, or be stuck there forever as prisoners. No one... had been there in years I don't think. The floors were unstable. Rotten away. It was guarding spirits, not people.