Corey felt it. He had hoped this day would never arrive—he dreaded it. He cursed, grabbed his bag and headed to Cahercasey.
The door was ajar when he arrived. He feared entering. The place had been the site of many battles, but stood proud, a pillar against the evil within. Corey hesitated before going inside. Please let me survive.
After several deep breaths, he entered Cahercasey. Once inside, the door slammed shut. He was the last allowed to enter. He nodded to his kinsmen, then drew his sword.
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