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The Castle McIntosh<br />
Sara-Beth Testerman<br />
The ability of pain is something that has caused great anguish for centuries, and has<br />
been the root of all heartache and reasoning behind an individual’s suffering. What<br />
makes any individual feel the way that they do What exactly makes one’s heart<br />
ache A person, a place, longing for something or someone of the past, triggers these<br />
memories. The heart misses, or at times longs to forget, and the ability to convey<br />
this emotion comes out as the singular most beautiful expression of truth. The<br />
yearning of the past, of the need for things to change, reveals itself as an exquisite<br />
form of water, that travels from the eyes and comes out of the heart, and reveals the<br />
problems of the soul to the world.<br />
The castle in the woods heaved and wanted to crumble under the weight of the<br />
night sky. Since the passing of my mother and father, the Castle McIntosh never<br />
was the equivalent of the years seen by its predecessor. The outer boundaries had<br />
managed to be trodden down from weather, and the inner walls found no shelter<br />
from the decaying mold and remnants of chipping stone. The only forms of life<br />
left in the castle, it seemed, were myself, my sister, and the other servants, of a staff<br />
which collectively appeared to be dwindling out. Agnes forces me to feel like a<br />
better man for taking care of the house, but in reality I have decided that the dank<br />
appearance of the cobwebbed furniture and the scarce semblance of light, except for<br />
natural light, has made it rather difficult to live in for my betrothed. The corridor<br />
assigned to her is dark, and windows are not found, although she will move upstairs<br />
very shortly. One must learn to live in darkness, if the mind is going to be able to<br />
perceive all the darkness holds. When one is incapable of seeing, of being able to<br />
determine what is or isn’t, the possibilities are endless as compared to when we see<br />
the constraints of the world in light.<br />
The wedding will take place on the eve of the new year, of what is soon to be a full<br />
moon. The decorations are mediocre at best, but the torn tapestries and hallways<br />
lit with fire lanterns will most certainly increase the livelihood for the guests. She<br />
agreed to marry me under the pretenses that I incorporate the clan colors from both<br />
houses into the wedding, and in the event, the meshing together of the family crests<br />
would unite us completely. Although this arrangement took place in quite haste,<br />
the event should be pulled together well into a form fitting, masquerade ball for the<br />
masses. My exasperation with the event is made clear regularly on evenings I visit<br />
her downstairs, and her tears concern my indecisiveness with the large amount of<br />
people, food, and event altogether. My efforts are spent upon making her jubilance<br />
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