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We stopped in Arisaig, a tiny village that Laird Arisaig (hence his name) owned. It consisted of a manor house, and a single street. On one side, you had your houses, and the other was shops.
It was nightfall when we arrived. The air was thick, but I was excited to leave my newfound prison. It was like an oven inside of there, and the muggy night felt like a spring breeze.
I barely remember entering the manor, or the servant who led me to my temporary bedchamber, or even getting into bed. All I knew was sleep.
We stopped in Arisaig, a tiny village that Laird Arisaig (hence his name) owned. It consisted of a manor house, and a single street. On one side, you had your houses, and the other was shops.
It was nightfall when we arrived. The air was thick, but I was excited to leave my newfound prison. It was like an oven inside of there, and the muggy night felt like a spring breeze.
I barely remember entering the manor, or the servant who led me to my temporary bedchamber, or even getting into bed. All I knew was sleep.
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