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“Oh my, who are you?”
“I… my name is… uh, Quarter.”
“What an interesting name, mine is Trisitone, from the land of Valencian winds.”
“Hey, that’s great, I really have to get going, though.”
“Where do you come from?” She stares at him intently.
“Uh, nowhere, look, it’s been great meeting you, but I have somewhere I need to be, bye.”
“Oh, it’s been a pleasure meeting you as well, Quarter!”

He takes the stairs downwards past the stone table, heading back towards the castle, when he notices that she following him. He turns around.
“Hello!”
“Hey, Trisitone, where I’m going, I have to go alone.”
“Tris.”
“What?”
“Tris, call me Tris, all my friends do.”
“Hmm, you should really get back to what you were doing.”
“Oh, I really wasn’t doing much of anything.”
“Fine, whatever, where I’m going is a secret, can you keep a secret?”
“Ooh, I simply adore secrets! I have many I’ve never told to a soul!”
“Good, because this is that kind of secret, let’s go.”
“How exciting!”

He travels through the garden with her silent gentle footsteps in tow; through the large hedge maze, in between hidden sections and undergrown overgrowths. Finally, they make it to a vine covered wall on the eastern side of the castle. He begins to feel around, and simultaneously, he pulls upon a vine, and pushes against a brick. The secret passage slowly swings open towards the inside. He pulls her inside in front of him, and closes the door behind. They travel up a large winding staircase, lit only by iridescent mushrooms growing sporadically upon the walls and ceiling. Ignoring many other passages, an unrevealed one is at last chosen by Quarter, and they enter a mid-size room, a forgotten hidden section in the east wing. The floors are marble, and shine with a mirror quality polish. Turning to the left, they enter what appears as a dead end hallway. As Quarter presses himself up against the far wall, it slowly begins to glow, and the familiar red color appears, along with the white V ending in two white lines, then slides open.

Inside the marble floors begin anew, with the familiar stone walls adorned with painting and cloth. Directly to the front there is a pedestal with an extravagant fountain. Connected to this large structure is a small set of stairs, leading up to a large circular bed that is as wide as the room covered in red silk sheets, and hooded by veils.

“Ooo, how lovely! Is this your accomidates?”
“Yeah, I guess, but I need you to wait here, make yourself comfortable, there’s something that I must do.”

As she heads to the bed, he heads to the fountain. There is a scale on the top of the three tier fountain, with one of the scales disconnected, resting on the middle tier. First, he reconnects the disconnected right scale to the beam, balancing the scales. Then, he reaches into the water at the bottom, and as he holds his hand there, it begins to glow, and he pulls out the coin, a thin stone. He holds the coin in his hand, and rubs it, soon it turns a bright green, and four holes appear in it. It is ready, and he places it in the cavity in the flat wall of the front of the fountain behind the pool of water.

Suddenly he’s transported to a much muted reality, and, in great pain, he spits blood as it pours from his mouth.
“Fuck, this isn’t normal.”

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