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The fire blazed in the fireplace of the large library. He sat in his high-backed chair watching as the orange and yellow flames danced with the burning wood, a goblet of blood red wine in his white alabaster coloured hand. The young girl cowered in a dark corner of the room. Tears streaked her dirt covered face as she shook with fear. She did not know why she was taken from her home and her family. Was her family dead? Was she going to die next? The questions piled up in her head as sobs escaped her ruby coloured lips. The man stood and gracefully stepped towards the girl, her eyes large with fear as the looming ghostly shadow moved closer